As you continue whipping her crotch, Lelika begins to squirm, but it is not a movement provoke by pain, rather one of building arousal. She sighs in disappointment as you withdraw your finger from her, biting her lip as she looks flexes her head back, eyes staring at yours. Her breathing gradually synchronizes with the rhythm of the whip, exhaling softly with each caress. A hand is placed over the one you are using to support her by the thigh, the other on her lower stomach, just above her clit. Just below that, around the edges of her slit, the skin starts to be become moist.