Spanking Kiki Otk With Kiki Cali

Title: “Dirty Girls Dirty Deeds: A Spanking Spectacle with Kiki Otk and Kiki Cali”

In the fading twilight of a sultry summer time night, two attractive, mischievous vixens by the identify of Kiki Otk and Kiki Cali gathered in an deserted warehouse, their hearts pounding with anticipation. The grand area, with its peeling paint and uncovered brick partitions, served as an impromptu dungeon for the night time. The air hung heavy with the promise of debauched delights, as the 2 Kakis, clad in skimpy black lingerie, sized one another up like hungry wolves able to pounce.

Kiki Cali, the extra petite of the 2, wore a lacy push-up bra that defied gravity, hoisting her perky tits to consideration. An identical thong rested atop her shapely ass, barely concealing the products. Kiki Otk, then again, oozed sheer confidence in her nothing-but-naughty apparel. A black satin gown flapped open, revealing a gravity-defying g-string, and a boa constrictor of a whip coiled round her wrist like a loyal serpent able to strike.

As they made eye contact, electrical energy crackled between them, the air scorching with the unstated consent they each craved. Kiki Cali lowered her gaze submissively, presenting the tantalizing curve of her bottom to her Mistress. With a seductive smirk, Kiki Otk uncoiled the whip, the leather-based tails kissing the bottom with a sinful swish.

“Present yourself like a good little slut,” she purred, her voice dripping with dominatrix authority. “I’m going to spank that bratty ass of yours until it’s red as a ripe Hawaiian tomato.”

Kiki Cali let loose a half-moan, half-whimper, her knees trembling as she assumed the place. With her pert rump now on full show, she clutched the sting of a battered previous desk, bracing herself for the candy sting of self-discipline. Kiki Otk locked eyes with the digital camera, her depraved grin promising viewers a front-row seat to the schadenfreude.

WHAP! The first strike landed with the pressure of a freight prepare, the whip’s deerskin lash portray a crimson kiss throughout Kiki Cali’s ivory pores and skin. She yelped, her legs quivering, however she held quick to the desk, decided to take her licks like a champ. Kiki Otk rewarded her by laying into her with a flurry of blows, till the once-perfect ass cheeks glowed like embers and bore the unmistakable imprinted sample of the whip.

“Fuck, it hurts so good,” Kiki Cali whimpered, her voice ragged with submissive pleasure. “More, Mistress! punish me!”

Kiki Otk complied by laying on the blows even more durable and sooner, the vicious cracks of the whip echoing by way of the warehouse like a symphony of smoldering sadomasochist ardour. A bead of sweat trickled alongside the valley between Kiki Cali’s jugs, as she rocked her ass again to fulfill every cruel strike, her cunt rising wetter with each lash.

With a remaining evil-femme flourish, Kiki Otk coiled the whip and tossed it apart, now licking her fingers and plunging them deep into Kiki Cali’s dripping snatch. The bratty submissive cried out in ecstasy, her hips bucking for extra, silently begging to be fingered into oblivion.

Kiki Otk was all too pleased to oblige, her digits plunging out and in of the throbbing pussy sooner and sooner, curling to stroke the submissive minx’s G-spot. Kiki Cali’s eyes rolled again, her tits heaving and her mouth opening in an ongoing symphony of yelps and moans, as her Mistress knowingly expertly groped her towards the sting of euphoria.

Just as Kiki Cali teetered on the brink, Kiki Otk pulled her fingers away abruptly, leaving the wanton slut whimpering and whining for extra. With a depraved twinkle in her eye, Kiki Otk shoved Kiki Cali down onto the desk on her again, impaling her soaking cunt with a large double-ended pink dildo.

“This is what you wanted, didn’t you, you filthy bimbo?” Kiki Otk purred, beginning to work the rubber cock out and in of the screaming pussy. “To be bent over and mounted like a bitch in heat! Admit it!”

“It’s true, Mistress,” Kiki Cali panted, her head lolling drunkenly as she was savagely dicked down. “I’m your humili slut. I need it…”

With that twisted declaration, Kiki Otk actually laid into her, the dildo plunging out and in with jackhammer pressure. Kiki Cali’s complete physique rocked with the brutal fuck, her tits bouncing obscenely, her legs scissoring open as broad as they might go, her tongue lolling out in a silent scream of impending orgasm.

Just as Kiki Cali was about to cum her brains out, Kiki Otk pulled the dildo out, changing it together with her raging tongue. The all of a sudden ass-blistered submissive shuddered and spasmed, her molten cunt exploding with woman cum, drenching Otk’s face. As the orgasm ripped by way of her, Kiki Cali pulled bratty posturing by shoving two fingers up her personal juicy asshole, additional soiling and debasing her personal physique.

As Kiki Cali moaned her method down from excessive heavenly subspace, Kiki Otk went in for the kill. Wrapping her fingers round her submissive’s tiny neck, she squeezed simply arduous sufficient to make fairly pink Kiki Clinton’s face go pink. She continued the brutal tonsil-fucking, licking out each final dripping drop of pussy butter.

“This,” Kiki Otk gurggled, as she saved Kiki Cali pinned down, “is why you exist. To be spanked, fucked, and used however I see fit. Are we clear?”

Kiki Cali may solely squeak and nod, her eyes watery with submissive devotion. With a remaining merciless, lingering shove, Kiki Otk pulled off her, leaving the spent little cuntjockey gasping for air, her leg locked, and her used pussy gushing like a busted sprinkler.

Pulling up her g-string and licking her lips, Kiki Otk turned to the digital camera and winked.

“Thanks for watching, you lucky bastards,” she purred. “That’s just a taste of what happens when Kiki Otk straps on the leatherận and spanks out the brattiness. Until next time, remember – you can’t spell discipline without spanking!”