I have such lovely natural C-cup breasts with small pink nipples. And their very loveliness makes me want to hurt them. I talk about my desire to mar their beauty as I clip clothespins onto them. The pins grab my flesh as I cry out in pain. I can only endure a short period of suffering before moving the clothespins to another area, but even this light ordeal is pleasing as I see the little bruises begin to bloom on my formerly pristine tits. At last I apply the clothespins to my nipples, and they are so sensitive that I cannot let the clothespins fully pinch shut. I gasp and moan at the pa...

I have such lovely natural C-cup breasts with small pink nipples. And their very loveliness makes me want to hurt them. I talk about my desire to mar their beauty as I clip clothespins onto them. The pins grab my flesh as I cry out in pain. I can only endure a short period of suffering before moving the clothespins to another area, but even this light ordeal is pleasing as I see the little bruises begin to bloom on my formerly pristine tits. At last I apply the clothespins to my nipples, and they are so sensitive that I cannot let the clothespins fully pinch shut. I gasp and moan at the pain, and then finally remove the clothespins altogether and show off my punished breasts, talking about how much I have enjoyed hurting them.