It hurts too much.”“I shouldn’t be so impatient,” she said.“Don’t give up yet,” he said. “I’m full of ideas.”“Such as?”“Help...me up,” he said.She pulled his good arm and he sat up. He took her back to the entertaining area of the suite, where there was a straight-backed cushioned chair. He sat in it and patted his thighs.“Sit sideways on my lap,” he said.She did and he immediately fondled a breast with his right hand.“You’re going to have to hold yourself up,” he said.“That won’t be hard.”“You. It wasn't surely an easy match for any of them but at the end, Heather was the one that managed to obtain the victory. There were no visible hard feelings about it in such a sane rivalry and the other fighter also clapped to her opponent when the public did so.A few minutes later, Heather was sitting in the locker room when Lisa also entered, even if it wasn't her locker room at all. She was quite a fighter and her body complexion made it quite clear, having her muscles well toned, having a. As if it was the most natural thing in the world to do at that point. Yes, My girl was a slut. My slut. My own personal fucktoy. I had to smile again. Two fingertips reached for her clit and stroked slowly up and down its length. I continued directing her. ‘Rub it harder. Pinch your clit between your fingers. Keep pushing in those beads.’ She arched her back each time she pushed them into her ass. ‘Ohhh….’ Finally, she pressed the last bead in. ‘Ooohhhhh… D… Done, Master.’ I got up and moved. "So, how do we begin?" Jia asked me innocently."Like this" I replied, and I leaned in and began kissing her softly on the lips. One hand went to her small breasts and cupped one and teased her nipple. Her own small hand reached down and grasped my rigid cock and stroked it slowly. My hand fell from her breast and worked down to her pussy, where I rubbed her clit and then inserted a finger into her still wet pussy. I gently fucked her with my finger for several minutes. Jia was getting very.