 The rump spanking continues as he fiddles with her pants some more and keeps laying into her ass with his big manly hands. He squeezes her butt and gets a good feel for it. He brings out his cat o ninetails for a while as well to enhance that spanking feeling.
 The rump spanking continues as he fiddles with her pants some more and keeps laying into her ass with his big manly hands. He squeezes her butt and gets a good feel for it. He brings out his cat o ninetails for a while as well to enhance that spanking feeling.
 Here's what he's been waiting for, a chance to spank her round butt. He puts her down over this stool and takes a seat on top of her. He pulls down her pants and gets straight to the rump reddening.
 Here's what he's been waiting for, a chance to spank her round butt. He puts her down over this stool and takes a seat on top of her. He pulls down her pants and gets straight to the rump reddening.
 The purple wax burns small areas of her flesh, and she writhes and bucks, but to no avail, she is completely powerless. No matter what strength she conjures in her struggling arms, she's not able to break her bonds, and she must therefore bare her suffering until the Master has burned through his candle.
 The purple wax burns small areas of her flesh, and she writhes and bucks, but to no avail, she is completely powerless. No matter what strength she conjures in her struggling arms, she's not able to break her bonds, and she must therefore bare her suffering until the Master has burned through his candle.
 My god, her body could have easily been painted by Bodicelli, her flesh is ample, creamy, smooth, and makes a mouth water. Her hair spills in red waves onto the green sheet below her, the blindfold that hides her eyes, and the stockings she wears are of the same shade of black. The Masters arm roves and hovers across her body, the candle in his hand has been light for some time, and just slightly tilts it downward a thick stream pours forth. Her creamy white skin is speckled with violet splashes of wax.
 My god, her body could have easily been painted by Bodicelli, her flesh is ample, creamy, smooth, and makes a mouth water. Her hair spills in red waves onto the green sheet below her, the blindfold that hides her eyes, and the stockings she wears are of the same shade of black. The Masters arm roves and hovers across her body, the candle in his hand has been light for some time, and just slightly tilts it downward a thick stream pours forth. Her creamy white skin is speckled with violet splashes of wax.
 She is completely bound to the bed, her arms behind her back, her torso commanded forward by the ropes that run across her back and down below the bed. Her ass is jutting out, her pussy bare, and the paddle has been swinging repeatedly against the vulnerable flesh.
 She is completely bound to the bed, her arms behind her back, her torso commanded forward by the ropes that run across her back and down below the bed. Her ass is jutting out, her pussy bare, and the paddle has been swinging repeatedly against the vulnerable flesh.
 Her lips squirm like a fish out of water, the ball gag sits snuggly in her mouth, her nostrils flaring as the cat 'o nine tails strikes her bare nipples. Once the Master has satisfactorily primed her bubblegum nipples, he fetches his C-clamps and uses them to squeeze her soft bits.
 Her lips squirm like a fish out of water, the ball gag sits snuggly in her mouth, her nostrils flaring as the cat 'o nine tails strikes her bare nipples. Once the Master has satisfactorily primed her bubblegum nipples, he fetches his C-clamps and uses them to squeeze her soft bits.
 Her ample flesh is squeezed in handfuls and her ass is starting to become camouflaged with crimson patches. Her eyes winch, her brows furrow, and her hips sway back and away from the Masters groping hands. After he manipulates her flesh with his bare hands, he arms himself with a small paddle.
 Her ample flesh is squeezed in handfuls and her ass is starting to become camouflaged with crimson patches. Her eyes winch, her brows furrow, and her hips sway back and away from the Masters groping hands. After he manipulates her flesh with his bare hands, he arms himself with a small paddle.
 This is the clip when we truly get to see Julie's exquisite body and her distractingly beautiful face. But soon her face is stuffed with a ball-gag, and her arms are bound behind her back in a way that heaves her breasts forward making them somehow firmer.
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