Three, four. God she was going to cum there was nothing she could do.The belt coming down regurly onto her ass now, her Master fucking her hard with h...s hand she came, shuddering. Her Master looked at her, "I told you not to cum!" He went to the other room behind her and she felt a hard paddle come down on her ass. She tried not to cry out but by the fourth one she was screaming, tears runnnig down her face, yet he still continued. Beating her hard. And yet she didn't think to call out her. You notice and begin sucking my neck, I close my eyes in pleasure. You rub your hands over my stomach lifting my shirt up, pulling it over my head. You reach back to unhook my bra and watch as it falls to the floor below us. Your hands are instantly drawn to my chest, rubbing all over my tits and playing with my nipples making them hard. I melt at your touch, the feeling of your rough strong hands on my skin. You kiss your way down my neck to my chest. You take one of my nipples into your mouth. The thunder hadn’t even rumbled into silence before the male was feeling the need to move... to change position... to prepare for flight or defense against possible attack.Richard had also never felt a female orgasm. Nor had he understood her desire– need– for an occasional spanking... and talk of perhaps more than that. He lay on the blanket not wanting to move... wanting to stay in the glow of the moment... wanting the male to hold her tightly in his arms.After a few minutes, Plato spoke. He. She laughed and said, "Don't be silly. You're a guy. It happens. Would it help if it wasn't pinned between us?" I thought about that for a second and had no idea what she had in mind so I said, "maybe." As best as she could, she spread her thighs open and arched her back some. He ass rose up some and before I knew what was going on my dick slipped and landed on her upper thigh. She the closed her legs back and said, "There, is that better?" Now I don't have a small dick by any means. Maybe 7.