Then, I smiled to myself. Time to take things to hard strength, though not my fullest. Smack! "Three!" she screamed. "Owwww, Daddy!" I had no response... "Please..." she cried out, but was interrupted. Smack! "Four!" I could tell that she was crying into the pillow. "That's right," I said, my pent-up anger releasing. "Keep counting!" Smack! I heard her count five while my eyes glowed at the sight of her precious ass jiggling right in front of me. And it wasn't just that: with each hit, she. It was a Saturday, she enjoyed going for a run followed by yoga session as always to cool down and stretch. The groups were mixed, the way she liked it. Mila is an exhibitionist and craves male attention. She wouldn’t have to look, but she knew that the guys in the class were partly there for her. To watch her move and stretch. Whilst she always had a cool down session after her run, her perspiration, would be there just around the edges of her clothing. Down her back, around her chest, where. " Didn't have any clean underwear?" she joked."That, and I had a good feeling about you," he replied with a smile as he climbed on the bed. "Let's even things up, here." He kissed her firmly as his hands undid her bra, and she slipped it off without breaking away from him, as he took her heavy breasts in his hands, thumbing the nipples, producing a low moan from her."Lay down," he asked. She did as he told. She looked in his eyes as he surveyed her again. There was a gracefulness in her form.. Then I bent a bit and hungrily sucked both her breasts that were bouncing with each of my thrusts. I then caught her hips and jerked her more towards me. My cock just penetrated soo deep in to her, that she shivered. Her eyes were filled with lust and pleasure. Her body was soaked in her sweat. I got more aroused and started fucking her like anything. Aunty hooked her legs around my hips and hugged me hard. For the next 10 to 15 mins, we fucked soo intensely and passionately. It was soo.