southern_slut
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Fighting my voice, trying so hard to keep myself quiet. My cunt is alive and it's begging to be worked more. The vibrations feel like they're hitting my spine and I can feel my heart quiver. My body is pelted by a variety of hits. Some soft and almost massaging. Others are hard and leave tiny red welts from knots in the leather. It's a bizarre compilation of feelings and my body becomes so primal. I can hear my breathing, feel my navel and clit hit the bench every now and again. Suddenly it's too much and a tiny, pig-like squeal escapes my lips. If I could clamp my mouth shut I would but all I can do is pray it won't be noticed.