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Her inward hiss of breath was erotically intoxicating and as she winced from the pain, his cock throbbed in his jeans. She moaned softly when he placed the other on her pink tip. He took two more and attached them to the tender underside of her breast. Tears leaked from the corner of her eyes as the flesh was caught in the unforgiving wood of the clothespin. He grabbed his camera, capturing that look of pain and a bit of resignation that radiated from her. He admired the contrast between the wood of the clip, the pink of her nipple and the smoothness of her flesh.
As he reached to put the camera back on the front seat, his gaze was again drawn to her ass, upturned and impishly high. His hands reached out for the sweet flesh that drew him. His hands caressed her cheeks, traveling back and forth over the valley that separated those smooth globes. His fingers slid of their own accord, down her slit, to find her pussy dripping wet. He was astounded at the moisture her body was producing for him. He felt emboldened and empowered at her reaction. He slid his middle finger deep in her cunt, relishing in its warmth. Her juices oozed around his finger and made their way down his hand into his palm. He turned that wet palm against her clit, pushing and grinding against her sensitive nub. He felt her hips gyrate in response, and he growled his approval.
