"Oh right," Arlette laughed as she grabbed the whip, "I did teach you."
The pressure of the whip constricting around her airways sent a thrill through her so strong that her inner muscles clamped down all the more around Caius's rod. He groaned but didn't loosen his grip on the whip or take his lips off her cheek.
Caius's hips went forward and back with very little movement overall but every contact of his groin with Arlette's ass remained as crisp-sounding and impactful as ever.
With one hand still on the whip, barely attempting to pull it off, Arlette stretched her other hand back to grab the back of Caius's head. Her voice came out slightly strained with a groan but it was clear all the same.
"Can you really only pull that hard?" She asked in a teasing tone.
