Water games, naughty games

The masters who had followed us into the showers grabbed wet towels, surrounded us, and began whipping us with the wet fabrics. Min Mei pretended to try to escape the slaps on her skin, but I knew she was exposing herself to feel the effects of the blows, her body making her moan. But I was in the same state. The vaporous atmosphere made the situation harder to endure, but I was on the verge of ecstasy. I knew at that moment that I had found my place in this life. Satisfying others in the most **** fantasies, pushing my limits.

We ran frantically from male to male, whipping us with their wet cloths. Sometimes one of them captured us and took us in a maddening wetness, their penises sinking into us like butter, while others continued to whip our breasts. We were tired and exhausted, yet our sexual urges carried us ever further, the masters clearly aimed to push us to the limit of our resistance.

The blows of the towel slapped against our sensitive fears, each impact leaving a wet burn that mingled with sweat and the traces of our previous tortures. A master grabbed me roughly by the hips, his fingers digging into my bruised flesh as he pressed me against the cold wall. I felt his hard cock penetrate me with a single thrust, tearing a hoarse cry from my throat—a mixture of pain and wild excitement.

He placed a hand on my throat, squeezing it so that just a trickle of moisture-saturated air reached my lungs. This thinness of the air further amplified the sensation of his penis pounding the walls of my vagina, which begged for mercy after all it had already endured, yet as if by reflex, he delivered his dose of cyprine and excitement.

My breath caught in his master's grip, each thrust of his hips crushing my spine against the wall. The hot, humid air of the room clung to my skin, mingled with the acrid smell of sex and sweat. The wet towels continued to flap around me, some hitting my already reddened thighs, others coiling like damp snakes around my breasts before tightening cruelly.

My body arched in spite of myself under the ****, each of his master's movements rattling my overwrought nerves. The wet towel suddenly wrapped around my waist like a living whip, pulled by another master whose fingers gripped the ends to tighten their grip. The soaked fabric clung to my body where I'd been most marked, the salt from the sweat penetrating it with an exquisite burn.

Tears mingled with the condensation on my cheeks as his fingers tightened their grip on my throat, each pulse of his cock inside me resonating like a thunderclap through my overworked nerves. The wet towel wrapped itself more tightly around my breasts, the rough fabric cruelly rubbing my battered nipples. Another master approached from behind, his hands greasy with sweat and love juice gripping my hips to further spread my buttocks.

I felt the tip of his cock press against my already sensitive anus, while the first master accelerated his thrusts, still crushing me against the wall. The damp towel tightened around my breasts, the rough fabric cutting into my flesh with each movement. A hoarse moan escaped my constricted throat as the first mate began to penetrate my other orifice, the agonizing burn mingling with perverse pleasure.

I was going crazy, losing my footing.

• Yes! Yes! I'm your vicious little bitch again.

They laughed; they'd understood this long ago, they didn't need my confirmation, but it only pushed them to torment me even more. Their hands slammed into me, one spreading my buttocks wider while the other pushed his cock deeper into my stomach, as if trying to pierce me. The air, saturated with humidity, burned my lungs, each breath too short, each exhalation a muffled moan.

Their hands slammed into me, one spreading my buttocks wider while the other pushed his cock deeper into my stomach, as if trying to pierce me. The damp air burned my lungs, each breath too short, each exhalation a muffled moan.

My body was nothing but a vibration, an ode of pain and pleasure, every orifice stretched to the point of tearing, every patch of skin marked by the damp bites of the towels. The master in front of me finally crushed his lips against mine in a savage kiss, his saliva mixing with mine as his hips slammed against my thighs in a frantic rhythm.

Behind me, the other master shoved his entire length into me in a single brutal thrust, drawing a muffled scream from my first tormentor's mouth. I was the intimate boxing ground of their struggle, each wanting to brand my body with his physical and sexual power.

The masters' laughter echoed like whip cracks in my ears as their bodies crushed me ever closer together in a body sandwich. The master in front of me finally broke the kiss, leaving my mouth gaping and panting, my tongue lolling like a female dog's in heat. His fingers left new purple marks on my throat as he deliberately slowed his thrusts, prolonging the exquisite agony of every inch of his cock scraping against my inflamed walls.