212 Come to Daddy

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Layla who was lost in the movement enjoying didn't realize when the whip reached her neck until he pulled her up by holding the whip twirled her almost choking her.

Then he pushed her back and on the chair releasing her hands from the cuff. She was gasping for some air when the man cartwheeled to her left before stopping in front of her on his hands.

He handcuffed her ankles while Layla gaped looking between his thighs forgetting to breathe. He was in skin fit pants hence she could see his size and his toned legs.

Wheeling down on his feet, he held her wrist amazed she didn't retaliate and he started to grind his hips going up and down while her hands traced from his thighs to the chest and repeated.