Kiere grabs a riding crop, yanks Deepika’s panty-crotch high up into her ass-crack, then spanks her bare cheeks. However, the pain is mixed with pleasure as the Domme strokes her glowing flesh with the leather keeper, then removes her underwear to tease her shaved pussy. Each crack of the whip is met with an ecstatic sigh from Deepika – but, just as the submissive thinks all is forgiven, Kiere suddenly tosses away the crop. “Fuck yourself,” she says – and she means it literally, as an order.
Deepika sits on a stair, legs splayed, and uses the crop to spank her thighs and butt and caress her pussy. Soon, she sets it aside and masturbates with her fingers, spreading her fleshy butterfly lips wide to penetrate her opening, as the other hand rubs her clit.
Next, she stands, one leg raised, and unfastens her camisole to expose her perfect-handful breasts. Then – shot from below – she frigs herself even harder. Moaning, she clings to the staircase, lost in a state of pre-orgasmic bliss. She is obeying her Domme’s command – and loving every moment.
Again she sits, bare toes pointed, and reaches around the back of one thigh to probe her snatch, while the other hand grinds on her tender nub. She cries out loud as she cums, then lets her hands stray over her tits and crotch as she drifts back to reality. Suddenly, realizing she is totally alone, she shouts for her Mistress – or anyone…