The whip strikes hard against the strap-on penis, each hit more powerful and deliberate. My hand grips the handle tightly as my breathing quickens, the rhythm of the strikes becoming almost wander. I’m not gentle — every move is intentional, the sharp sound cutting through the air. The material trembles with each hit, as if feeling the fine line between pain and pleasure. My fingers tighten around the whip, and I strike harder and harder, letting the moment consume me completely. This isn’t a game — it’s the raw expression of power and desire.

The whip strikes hard against the strap-on penis, each hit more powerful and deliberate. My hand grips the handle tightly as my breathing quickens, the rhythm of the strikes becoming almost wander. I’m not gentle — every move is intentional, the sharp sound cutting through the air. The material trembles with each hit, as if feeling the fine line between pain and pleasure. My fingers tighten around the whip, and I strike harder and harder, letting the moment consume me completely. This isn’t a game — it’s the raw expression of power and desire.