After Nazryana left my pussy in ruins during our last session, payback was long overdue. This time, she’d feel the same agony I had – and maybe even worse.
I grabbed my multi-tailed leather whip and went to town on her snatch, making sure she suffered through every strike. First, I put her onto all fours – legs spread wide, ass in the air, face buried in the sand. Each full-force lash across her pussy sent her screaming, writhing, and flailing like a landed fish. The pathetic sound of her pain made me laugh.
When she needed a moment to recover – or so I pretended – I’d help her back into position, adding extra strikes whenever she accidentally exposed herself in her flailing. But soon enough, I got bored with this pose and moved on. Next up: laying on her side, one leg hoisted high in the air. Her already swollen pussylips and clit were fully on display, and my whip made sure she felt every second of it.
For the final round, I put her in the candle position – lying on her back with her legs straight up, supported by her hands. Spread wide, her vagina was completely exposed to my lashing. Sand exploded around us as each strike sent fresh waves of agony through her body.
Finally, I grabbed a handful of sand and massaged it deep into her beaten, swollen pussylips and clit. The raw friction made her scream all over again – uncontrollable, desperate, pathetic noises. I loved them.
In the end, I took pity on her. sort of. A vibrator would turn her agony into pleasure – but that was a gift she’d have to earn.
