She groaned as the constant cadence of his crop swatting her helpless pussy echoed in the bedroom. "Tell me how much you want my cock, bitch. Tell me,... he shouted. "Please stop! I want your cock. Please fuck me, Sir!" Call me 'Master' you ungrateful bitch." "Yes Master," Kylie chirped. "Please fuck my pussy with your big, hard cock."He kept smacking her sensitive, shaved pussy with the riding crop. "Not convincing enough, slut. You can do better."Kylie whimpered. "OK. Ahhh! Please fuck my. She took a minute to gather her wits, before pouring herself another drink and draining it in one. Dutch courage was required, for although she’d secretly fantasised about a lap dance, she’d always been doing it for a man – either Ryan, her husband, or since last week, Brian.A new song came on and she closed her eyes, trying to feel the music rather than hear it. When she felt more comfortable, she opened her eyes and walked towards Leilani, keeping eye contact the whole time. Leilani parted. " "I'll neverdo it again."Jena was having none of it. "You're wearing women's clothing. That, bydefinition, makes you a cross-dresser." But what really ticked her offwas that I was wearing THAT dress, that I was wearing something ofSandy's. "You can't lie. Your huge erection belies any claim you mightmake to the contrary. You're wearing my best friend's clothing andyou're very excited to be doing so. Either that's because you like theclothing, or you're having some sick fantasy involving. “Been a while since I’ve seen an uncut cock. Beautiful.” She licked her lips. Megan’s hand felt warm and soft as she gave me a few long, delicious strokes. I groaned with pleasure as she worked my cock, a groan that brought a wide smile to her face. She looked up and watched my face as she stroked me again. “Does that feel a little better?” I nodded, feeling incapable of adding anything worthwhile to the conversation at that point. Megan slowly brought her head closer to my cock. I knew she.