You yell out, “Oh, shit. You whisper to me, “Susan, I want you to come for me now, you dirty little slut. Mom xxx You take my sore nipples in your fingers again and pinch them hard. So good, so very, very good. My breast stretches and distorts under this cruel treatment. And still you keep pounding into me like a madman. Tears are flowing down my face. During a rest break I skimmed the text of our ping-ponging messages, and suddenly I felt a strong urge to type, so I began. I know you want to hold out, but you can’t. I cry and howl in pleasure and pain, the sensations somehow blending into a force that overwhelms me. You slap my hands away and growl at me, “Don’t interfere, you bitch. I know my ass must be scarlet by now with prints of your hand visible on the tortured flesh.
