Leelika’s hand follows your, becoming placed above it, fingers set to the same pattern that splays her sex. The whipping of her tender inner flesh causes her to flinch, pulling against her bindings, and again she must increase her pleasure to match. Moistening her finger with her own seeping juices she no longer moves the tip in a circular motion, rather pressing down against her clit and sliding her finger from side to side. The effect is almost immediate, as her breathing becomes a series of shuddering moans. Her hips buck up into each whip strike as she stimulates herself towards the fast approaching edge of blissful release.