He caressed her arm. He felt as if he is moving his palm on a velvet cloth.He took her palm in his hand and raised it, brought it near his mouth and k...ssed her fingers. He leaves her arm and caressed her naval part covered with dress. He let his palm stay over there for some time and caressed there. He lowered his palm and let it glide over her thigh. He caressed her thighs, one after another. He felt, she has perfect pair of thighs.He lowered his palm he came in direct touch with her bare. I know how much it's going to hurt. When it hits the sensation vibrates through my whole body in waves. Almost enough to make me cum again.He makes me look at my ass in the mirror so I can see the welts and the bright red color. He makes me continue to watch in the mirror as he hits me again. At some point my head just goes somewhere else, where there is just sensation and arousal, and the pain and the pleasure are all mixed together and each is essential to the other. I look up in his face, at. Rhan was tall and willowy. Nice set of knockers. They were close to 42DD, tight and firm though. She had nipples to die for, at almost an inch long when she was excited. He made sure they were always excited. Often when they went out, there was minimal external support and those nipples were only covered by the thinnest of material. Like spotlights, they showed the way.Rhan lived with Nix along with her sister Mil. That was a drag. Every time Nix and Rhan wanted to have sex, Mil was there and. I had no idea what to do and was scared myself. What did this mean?“You really don’t care,” he asked timidly.“Not really,” I replied twitching my shoulder. I had butterflies in my stomach and I looked at the floor to keep from staring and his throbbing member. Mine was getting hard too, from seeing his, and I could feel the blood draining from my head into my boxers.“We could look at stuff together then,” he said nodding towards the computer.“Sure,” was my only reply. My heart was pounding in.