Having completely ripped apart my captives back, ass and thighs via my razor sharp finger nails, it seems only appropriate to flip him around and give him a matching set of claw marks on his front. His chest, stomach, legs, nipples and even his cock especially his cock are all within my reach. And I have every intention of tearing the baby soft flesh from them until his skin is packed so tightly under my nail beds that I will be in need of a good manicure in the morning. Ah, but its a small price to pay for such sadistic pleasure.

With his back against the wall (literally) on my in...

Having completely ripped apart my captives back, ass and thighs via my razor sharp finger nails, it seems only appropriate to flip him around and give him a matching set of claw marks on his front. His chest, stomach, legs, nipples and even his cock especially his cock are all within my reach. And I have every intention of tearing the baby soft flesh from them until his skin is packed so tightly under my nail beds that I will be in need of a good manicure in the morning. Ah, but its a small price to pay for such sadistic pleasure.

With his back against the wall (literally) on my inescapable bondage web, I manhandle my helpless prey, Towering over him, I control him by his hair, run my long tongue up the sides of his neck, slap and spit in his face. Oh, how I do love foreplay. But I am just beginning to scratch the surface (pardon the pun). Theres still so much more to come.

Using my long, switchblade like talons, I viciously rake at his chest, stomach and legs relentlessly. In seconds, he is severely lacerated, but his cuts are not nearly as beautiful nor as deep as those on his back, so Ill just have to try harder. His screams of agony only serve to fuel my sadism and I claw and scratch and dig even more deeply, until his tears roll down his cheeks and crimson plasma runs down his chest.