<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FFBFBF">Sintrina Acantha</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #FFBFBF">Queen Sintrina</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://obraz-women.ru/sites/default/files/shutterstock_82491346-1.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FFBF00">"I have sinned, my Queen. I am nothing than a little bug in your hands. I have to repent. I will repent, make the sentence fit the crime. I am yours to humiliate me..."</span></span>Deanna replied firmly, and yet the Queen wasn't so sure she believed her. Still, she crawled onto the bed like a cat looking for its prey. Deanna was rigid, fearful. Sintrina let her heel drag across Deanna, leaving a red path from her throat to her center.<br/><br/>Deanna seemed to panic for a moment,<span style="color: #FFBF00">"Noooo, not there..."</span>she pleaded. The Queen remained in her position for a moment, watching Deanna become visibly wet before her eyes. The Queen pushed her heel gently against Deanna's center, just to watch her eyes fill with sheer terror, whimpers escaping her. She gave a tinkling laugh and pulled away. She wasn't about to ruin her good shoes.<span style="color: #FFBFBF">"Shhhh...little pet. It's alright...I know more pleasurable ways to punish you..."</span><br/><br/>With that the Queen got on her knees on the left side of Deanna's hip. She face her, her right hand stroking Deanna's inner thigh. After a few moments of gentle stroking, she allowed her hand to gently drag her nails up to Deanna's center. She took the pad of her thumb, letting it barely touch the top of Deanna's clit and began to move in small circles. Any time Deanna would shift her hips in effort to feel more pressure, the Queen would pull away.<span style="color: #FFBFBF"> "Now, now, Deanna. No need to be selfish..."</span>she said playfully.<br/><br/>After a few moments of watching Deanna's desperation, her breath leaving her in soft pants, Sintrina decided to reward the woman by inserting her two middle fingers, continuing her ministrations of Deanna's clit. She curled her fingers, doing a come hither motion as she positioned herself a little more closely to Deanna's body. Her left hand reached up, softly cupping Deanna's right breast, as it had not received any attention yet. Gently she gave the breast a squeeze, careful not to hurt Deanna. Not yet, anyway.<br/><br/>She bent over some, her ass lifting into the air as she sloped down to kiss Deanna's left breast. She pulled the nipple into her mouth, suckling it gently. When Deanna's pants started to turn into soft moans, the Queen decided perhaps it was time to introduce a little pain into the equation. Her teeth clamped down around Deanna's nipple and she felt the woman jump beneath her, unable to get away. She held on for a solid minute, finally releasing the woman and letting the flat of her tongue lick over the nipple, soothing it. Her hand at Deanna's center and the one at her right breast remained gentle.<br/><br/>She pulled her head away from Deanna's breast, looking to the woman,<span style="color: #FFBFBF"> "By the end of this, Deanna, I plan to have you become a sobbing, aching mess..."</span>