"Well, that's going to change, Lelika... some good things, some bad things, you'll get used to being entered in various ways, but you'll learn to love the things I do to you... just as you're already loving this. Aren't you?"<br/><br/>I briefly stop whipping, only to land a smack of my palm against her puffy, wet sex. I slap it a few more times, not putting much force behind it, just enough to stimulate it and increase the warmth and the light sting. My palm hits her mound, covering her slit, my fingers go higher up, one tapping against her clit, barely hidden within her folds.<br/><br/>After seven or eight of those smacks, I lick my hand, tasting her juices, and continue the whipping.