She craved the sharp sensation an open hand brought to her soft flesh. Her gaze intensified as he prepared to deliver a punishing blow. Each sharp impact resonated through her body igniting a deep internal fire. The reddening skin only amplified her sensual anticipation. She begged for more, her voice a whisper asking can you please slap my tits harder. The pleasure pain was almost too much to bear a exquisite agony. Her breasts pulsed under his commanding touch. He continued, prolonging every moment of intense sensation. The marks left were badges of honor. Each fresh strike sent tremors through her spine. She was lost in the beat of sensation. His flogger danced against her tender flesh. The rising marks showed his control. She welcomed every stroke. The view of her bruised body was a powerful aphrodisiac. Her arousal peaked with each new sensation. He knew exactly how to push her limits. The deep throb in her core was unmistakable. She was completely his. Every fiber of her being yearned for more.