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“The other will be slashed wide open”. Carissa turned the blade in the air, letting it catch the torchlight and glint before their fascinated faces, gloating chinese while their eyes melted at the prospect of its fierce and icy kiss. Gliding closer, she tantalized them with the sword, first the desi one then the other. She touched the edge to their throats and drew it around their bodies, millimetres from the skin, the veins and the arteries. They held themselves still, indian relaxed and open in their posture despite the quivering of their muscles and the trembling of their lips. “I could stop this” Pavel said. “Or you could take part?” Yewubdar ventured, arching an eyebrow. “I want to” Vasiliki interjected, rising to her feet and unbuttoning her shirt. “We knew you would” Yewubdar said. Just then, there was a low groan. Carissa was touching the bright sharpness of the braquemard to the cleft of Oliviya’s moist cunt, smiling into her flickering eyes. She turned to Pavel. “I might slice her open now and spill her guts onto asian the floor” she teased. Oliviya moaned again, and her hands went to her breasts, kneading and pinching. Pavel looked on coldly, but his fingers clawed at Natalya’s arse and dug into her flesh fiercely while she struggled to control her traitorous body thai without tensing. With precise and deliberate movements, Carissa cut open the amber ribbon that laced Oliviya’s labia together. Her cunt gaped wetly, and a trickle of moisture splashed onto the grey flagstone between her feet, but the sigh that escaped her was one of despair and disappointment. She nodded once and then began to remove the fragments of silk tape from her lips. They drifted to the floor. Carissa favoured her with a wicked grin, before leaning in closer to press a sisterly kiss to her damp forehead. She turned to number seven, whose eyes were aflame as she spread her arms wide and pressed her heaving bosom towards her executioner. Looking into her eyes, Carissa put the point of the sword to her imprisoned cunt and let it rest there for a moment. To help Carly pay off a bet? In fact, it kind of turns me on. After dinner, she thai went home, and I went to the store. “Has anybody opened your bra yet?” The other one is for guests." Gasping Ares held a hand to his chest feeling the small seepage of blood from the cut. I grinned wide in the dark and realized she was not wearing a bra. Also i could feel my pussy got wetter. It clicked into my head. Then I heard the chain mechanism begin again, but only for a few seconds. I am unashamedly moaning loudly enough to be desi heard over the chinese music, but I don't care. I considered trying to find Sami on social media, but prevented myself from doing so. She asked Jayden if he asian minded if they had dinner in the lounge instead of the dining room. No one will be indian homophobic then.