It cannot be ‘three’ until you have properly counted ‘one.’” With that she cut down again with the lash directly on my swollen clitoris.“...ne! One! Oh, god, one!”“Very good, Miss Gringsworth. We will now continue with a proper count.”To my credit, I managed to maintain the count despite the pain. Each time I felt I might lose consciousness, but I had to focus past it to call out the count or it would become infinitely worse. When I had finally called out twelve, I would have collapsed had. That thick, juicy butt just called out her name, aching to be fucked and licked, that much was clear to Amy at least.Monica lay there, half-asleep for several minutes, the caffeine from her latte wearing thin by now. She daydreamed that she had Amy bent over, her buns spread apart while Rosa joined her in devouring that fine blonde twat from behind. She imagined that golden bush and her own tongue sliding into those folds in concert with Rosa’s to eat Amy out at last. She also fantasized about. My pants come off almost immediately, you would be insulted if they stayed on any longer. We only have about 3-4 hours after all and I know how you like to make every minute count. It’s as if you’ve been deprived of everything you need to just exist. The way you make your way towards me, your eyes fixed on my now throbbing cock, like an a****l stalking it’s prey. You move in as close as possible without touching, I can feel your breathing getting heavier almost like you can’t breathe. We both. I was astonished to see how easily he removed those hooks. A small boy 3 years younger than me is enjoying the body of mature milf. And here I am, never even touched a woman. Damn, he is a very lucky boy. He kept massaging me while my mom kept moaning silently with pleasure.Vinita: Ah, Akash, don’t stop.The sound of moaning gave more courage to Akash. Without even asking, he removed the bra clip and continued massaging. Vinita was shocked, but the pleasure was beyond her expectations. He kept.