Under the wide desert sky, the wind carried the sound of leather through the silence. My girlfriend stood behind me, the flogger rising and falling in slow, deliberate rhythm. Each strike left a burning reminder on my skin and on my pussy — a quiet ritual between us, written in dust, sun, and trust.
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