A few rolled their hips and pressed their thighs together, sighing quietly. Village sex Katya gasped in surprise – the sound lost in the heavy breathing around her – when the woman pressed passionate kisses to the silken cord. Fine droplets sprayed from between her fingers and over the floorboards around her. There was an intake of breath until the brief silence was broken by the sound of heels tapping on the bare floor and then a woman’s voice – speaking with a passionate intensity. Dana took the clamps in both hands and pressed them to her nipples; Katya noted that they were already standing hard and proud from her small, high breasts. All other eyes were on the auto-sacrifice. “Is her cunt already ringed?” Andrei asked casually, inspecting the fastening of a tin dog-tag stamped with the numeral IX.
