As Lelika’s tender lashing continues the half-elf begins to squirm more and more. Her hips rotate in a small circle and she periodically arches her back with each exhaled breath, raising the stretched skin of her flat stomach. Her legs pulls against their bindings of black lace, toes and feet curling in pleasure. The hand of Lelika’s placed on your own remains still, but her other presses into the skin, pulling it apart to reveal her clit, swollen from excitement from behind the two shallow folds of skin that normally conceal it. She quickly lets go however as hair whip comes down, but her finger continue to writhe.<br/>The upwards strikes however are a constant annoyance for your novice, the irritation of it contact against the welt becoming the one thing interfering with her arousal, until she begins to grunt in frustration as the hairs make contact. She sways from side to side, but this does not deter your aim. Occasionally, just before the strike, she clenches her muscles in the area, causing the whip to hit her tensed cheeks instead.