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Mistress Bria

Date: 10/6/2014, Categories: BDSM, Author: toke_N_D900, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

panting. She clenched her jaw and gritted her teeth. She looked down at his feet, then slowly raised her eyes upward. She conjured up the most evil gaze she could and gave it to him, staring at his face. Still gritting her teeth she angrily made a fist. Her heartbeat had risen and she was now feeling a commencement of a fountain of rage. From somewhere inside her psyche she wondered where this feeling was coming from then decided she didn't care. She was going to let go and let it take over. She felt like she was becoming someone else, changing like a chrysalis. "Take me, what the fuck," she said internally. She f***ed her eyes shut again then took one more deep, hot breath. She held it, opened her eyes quickly and said, "fuck you for making me feel this," she raggedly whispered to him through clenched teeth. Her head was pounding. She punched him first on his outer thigh. She hit him like she would hit a training bag at a gym. Maybe she was testing her swing. Didn't matter. That was the last punch that didn't hit him in the balls. Gritting her teeth, she swung her arms and hit his balls over and over. There was a moment when she felt like she was watching all of this happen from across the room. She was in awe of the devil woman, so full of rage. Her face was unbelievable. She didn't know so much anger could show through in a woman's face. She watched as her arms pumped non-stop, forcing her fists into the hanging man's balls over and over. Surely the balls were broken. No ... testicles could withstand that onslaught of rage and physical emotion. She watched as the woman backed up and brought her leg up, kicking his dangling balls with her full strength five times, ten, twenty. She lost count. More punches. Grabbing. Twisting. Grab and pound. Two-hand effect. She watched as the woman kneeled in front of the hanging man, grabbed his balls and bit each one of them, felt her teeth crush down and punish each testicle. She saw the woman remain in that kneeling position and uppercut the man's balls, driving them hard into his body. She wondered if by some miracle his balls would simply disappear back into his body. She was hitting them that hard. She came back to herself and abruptly stopped her attack. She looked up at him and saw tears coming from behind the duct tape. "He needed it, he needed it," she told herself. No second guessing. She took the tape off his penis, letting it hang free again. The erection had long gone. She took his penis in her mouth again and worked it in and out, trying to bring his arousal back. After a long few minutes his penis reacted again and became erect in her mouth. She began stroking and sucking it. She wanted to make him cum now - she had to do it for herself. Soon she was watching his abdomen flex and knew he was going to cum any second. She stood next to him and stroked his dick until his cum squirted forward onto the floor. She removed the tape from his eyes. "Are you angry with me?" she asked him. He shook his head ...