“I enjoy watching tears pouring out of your eyes, bitch. I love to make girls cry, especially young, thin, attractive girls who think they are superior to men. What does your ass tell you about who is superior now, whore?”
“It feels like he is peeling the skin off my poor bottom. I could never have believed whipping could hurt so bad… I wish I had never worn tight clothes in my life… Maybe this sick bastard would not have picked me. Fuck! Help!”
“You have never been like this for a man before, have you, cunt! Totally exposed, entirely helpless, completely at his mercy! I bet that you have never even tasted cum, have you? Tease that you are, I bet you made men spurt their goo into your hand. Well, now you are with a man who doesn’t allow a slut to set the limits, a real man who does with sluts what his dick wants done… and all men, in their hearts, want to punish women.”
“Now I’ve got some nice, warm tit flesh and ass flesh to play with!”
Olivia felt Sanchez grab on to the burning skin of one of her big breasts. Even a touch would have been painful, but Sanchez squeezed his fingers into her skin – and he had just beaten her boobs so hard.
Sanchez palmed the sore flesh of Madison’s bottom, and rested his large thumb comfortably between the lips of her pussy as if he owned it. As bad as it was to have the man look at her naked, spread puss, it was ten times worse to feel him touching it.
“Oh, yes! Look at this fuck flesh, all for me and all mine! I OWN you two cunts. I own that smooth skin of yours, I own those precious, high-riding titties of yours, I own your firm thighs, and I own your round asses.
“I own your obedience! I own your pain, your fears, your screams, your tears.”