webcam audio recorder I didn’t shout anymore, it couldn’t be called a shout – it was a heart-rending squeal, I squealed and squealed, my mind was clouded by this terrible, burning, intolerable pain.
It seemed that they were tearing my skin off alive.
That I can not stand it anymore and now I will die !! But I did not die.
The whipping was over, and I was crying, with my pants down, holding my ass with both hands, led to the bathroom.
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