I have a hand behind her head holding her hair, and the other one is now inside her pantyhose and panties. I tell her to open her eyes and look at me....She does, but is having a hard time keeping them open. When her eyes start to close, I grab her hair and squeeze my grip, pulling her hair, but not moving her head. I tell her in her ear that she needs to cum on my fingers. She says back "I need your dick inside me". I look at her in the eyes and tell her, she hasnt earned my cock yet. (Now IM. After a bit of my usual bitching and moaning because I had planned to spend an entire week with my best friend Madison out on Nantucket Island hoping to get laid by some horny fisherman looking for tourist pussy. All I really wanted was about eight inches of non-complicated cock looking to search out new territory to explore.My devious mother was never comfortable with her demanding mother and she decided I would be the sacrificial goat to appease the maternal gods that reside in the great. Her feet left the flooras a particularly sharp slap landed across her reddening fanny.Noticing this, Erik massaged the area where his hand printappeared on her right cheek. He then pulled her panties downto the backs of her knees and continued to rub the tender area.A minute later, he was back to soundly slapping her ass.Shannon was wincing with every swat and yet she couldn't keep butfrom grinning as she felt herself becoming hot all over- not justher ass, but her face and her body. An. “F*ck him Margaret. Ride him like a bronco-buster.” Margaret began slowly. Tantalizingly slowly. She inched herself down until she was deeply impaled upon his throbbing swollen captive flesh so that her blond silken pubic hair crushed down upon his luxuriant dark mat. Then she rode him – slowly at first, then with frenzy. But she stopped. She was holding his swollen balls – one in each hand – and she could tell that he was about to explode. She did what the younger girls hadn’t seen before –.