EXTRACT FOR
Michaela's Mistress
(Anna Mann)

The moorlands echoed with Michaela's screams. Each vicious stroke raised an evil looking welt that sported a cluster of tiny puncture wounds around the outline. Angela laid the branch across Michaela's ass, the backs of her legs, she even managed to angle a few delicate strokes to land along the prone girls ribs, the thorns hooking deep into the flesh of her pert breasts. On and on the beating continued, blood trickled down to mix with Michaela's sweat, the girl was in agony, she was panting like an exhausted animal. Her nipples were like bullets, and that had attracted Angela's special efforts, the sides of her breasts resembled a pin cushion, dozens of scarlet beads oozed and dripped. 

She fucking loves it! 

Angela had hesitated for a moment, she saw the response to a stroke that had flicked the needle thorns a fraction lower than she had aimed, she had clipped Michaela's puffy labia, and the scream had been most arousing. But the scream was nothing when compared to the sudden gaping of her hole and the jet of crystal clear fluid that had squirted onto the heather.

The pain made her squirt! Angel shifted position slightly and struck again, this time she laid the branch directly in line with the gaping snatch, the thorns driving deep from ass-hole to clit.