Gazing at the street one moment, feeling a stingray tail sting like a cutting shard of glass across her buttocks the next, Kristina nearly screamed bu... that would never have done in an English residential street, so she bit her lip and gulped, her body squirmed crazily like a snake, she panted with pain, and slowly her posture and psychological state calmed down.There was a further pause while Rebecca, uncaring about the complicated combination of pain and psychological satisfaction being. “You enjoying the view?”“What I’d really enjoy is getting the job done.” His gaze moved back up to her face, and for the briefest of seconds his expression softened. “I have some chlorine back home, I’ll go get it.”“It’s in a brown cardboard box at the back of the shed.” She lifted her book and feigned further reading, the casualness of her dismissal at odds with her rapidly beating heart and aching pussy. Without another word he turned toward the shed. She could hear him rummaging around. One Sunday afternoon my Danny dropped by for a visit & we sat around listening to some good country music. We were having a few drinks, My wife didn't drink very often so she got a little high rather quickly. The combination of alcohol & the music made her loosen up a little & I got the feeling that maybe I could get her to progress toward some party sex.Danny was a very good looking guy & I knew he had the hots for my wife, I had never told him of my desire to watch her fucked by another man. The loss of friction is rewarded by renewed whining—music to my ears. You sob in sadness and frustration as I increase the pain by gently blowing at your wide-ablaze pussy. Each of my gentle puffs is met with a tortured scream once the soothing coolness subsides and your body arches in the pleasure you experience. I rejoice in the power I have over you. You are at my mercy.I crawl up to kiss you; only to feel your tongue snaking past my lips, trying to devour mine, chasing it like a.