THE MARKS OF LOVE Pt 3.

SHE REACHED OUT AND FELT THE WET HOLE BETWEEN THE SLUTS BUTTOCKS. Fingering it with one hand and stroking her clit with the other.
The "three marks of love" that ran illuminated by their own heat across the soft skin in parallel lines were beautiful in their harsh contrast to the surface in which they had been in-bedded.
But they reminded her cruelly, that the slut was not her property. She only had custody of its mind and flesh, and her custody was shortly to end.
So tonight she would indulge in any and every lascivious desire that came to her. Tonight that piece of fuck flesh draped across the back of her Chesterfield was hers to do with, and to play with as she wished. She knew it would do any thing she ordered. She knew she could do anything with it. But she knew that this time tomorrow all would be confined to memory.
Her hand encompassed its pulsating genitals. Her thumb and forefinger encircled the neck of its balls. The bag was already tightly bound by the ball splitter. The two spheres were blue with the restricted blood flow. So exposed...... so inviting to further punishment. Zelda applied a downward tug . Her hand totally encompassing them. She felt their hardness and warmth as she rolled them together between her fingers.
She adored male genitalia and could play with them for hours. These were young and hairless. These were pristine and succulent. These she could lick!
The dripping cock that hung like more ripe fruit was softened from its recent ejaculation, now began to react to the feel of Zelda's hands over its balls. It stiffened and pressed itself against the sofa back.
Zelda took it with a squeeze, milking it for a while like a maid with a cow's udder.
All this time her self arousal became more intense and she came over her own hand............ T.B.C.

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