Kerri moaned softly, her tongue flicking outward licking at her lips, and moved her hips, rubbing herself against the smooth leather strap.Kerri moaned softly, her tongue flicking outward licking at her lips, and moved her hips, rubbing herself against the smooth leather strap. "What is that? It feels like a belt or something", she said. "Yes, its much like a belt, Kerri. Its for warming your flesh." Taking the smooth finger-grip shaped handle and pressing it against her wet slit I rubbed it along her full length, letting her feel the hard wood. "This is the handle. Feel the parts where my fingers go?" I rubbed the handle back and forth, and then slowly slid the end of the handle between her lips, entering her. "Unggggghhh..yes, do that!", she moaned. She hunched at the handle, trying to fuck it. I slid the handle back and forth inside her a time or two and then took it out. "No, this isn't for fucking, Kerri, this is for warming you." "Warm me, fuck me, anything, but make me come, please?", she implored. I lay the strap on the floor between her legs and took the tawse from the couch. Walking around behind her I trailed the knotted ends of the thin leather strips along her backside, touching her thighs, her ass, her back and then let it fall over her shoulders and down the front of her body, running it downward over her breasts, her stomach, her pubis. I gathered the loose ends and ran them back and forth between her wet lips, coating the leather with her juices. Then moving the tawse further back between her legs I rubbed the long birch handle against her, smiling as the white parachute cord wrapped around the handle grew dark with her juices. The handle was a good eight inches long and she squirmed as it spread her lips open, the rows of white thin cord rubbing against her. |