Spinki

“Push him straight up. I want him to sit on his heels,” Celia said and the two men pulled him up.

Kid's face was red and wet with tears. His ribcage, unlike his back, showed just a single red whip.

“Open your legs, Slave,” Celia said.

Kid sobbed violently, his chest shaking with it, but he obeyed.

“You were a good boy, Slave. I think you deserve a present.” Celia glides her whip slowly over the boy and Kid's balls. Kid's breathing stopped immediately and only returned after Celia had done it a few times.

Slowly, his boy began to stir, erect despite the humiliation and shame. Despite the fact that his audience is anxiously awaiting the moment when Celia uses the other penis on him. Despite the fact that he had no idea what would happen next.

Celia continued to coax Kid's erection, going further by kneeling and stroking him with her hands. Kid groaned as his sensitive flesh was expertly caressed. He seemed to have forgotten about the whip, unaware of Celia's fake boy, his body slowly mo