Ice: a more apt name for a painslut there never was. She smiled and laughed through paddling and caning her thighs, ass and even her pretty tits. But now strung up, her pale tight body completely vulnerable, she starts to cry. Sweat starts pouring down her body as the whip lashes across her tits, belly and pussy. And the tears, her sweet, sweet tears are finally ours...
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