Rndi gulam ko saja - kuchle ge natshel par ghutne tekna, kore marna, thappar marna aur gala chudaee

The Master derives pleasure from every moment of my agony. That's why I've been kneeling on sharp, crushed walnut shells for a long time, while the Master whips me and fucks me in the mouth and throat. Of course, all this is followed by a series of bitchslaps if he's not satisfied with how I serve him.