Maine renuka ko wine pilayi jis se woh apne hosh mei na rahi or dobara usko garam kiya is baar maine 1 hi jhatke mei apna supara andar kar diya or lag...taar kiss karta raha use wine ki wajah se pain thora kam hoRaha tha fir maine dusra dhakka bhi maar diya or renuka phir se chilla padi mummy lekin mai phir bhi dhere dhere dhakee lagata raha or kuch hi samayBaad usko bhi maza aane laga phir naine 1 aur dhakka maara or uski seel tod di seet tuut te hi woh bahut jyyada chillayi sumit chor do mujhe. Jorge, too, was checkinghis targets. Our eyes met and we nodded, planning to alternate strokes as weusually did. This increased the pain, distracted the victim, and allowed anentertaining vista for all our crewmen. Raising the quirts, the punishment began. My first stroke was to the topof the breasts near the middle, while Jorge's choice was at the bottom of thecheeks, just above the walking folds there. We worked as to a system, saving the last five to be those remembered longest. At 15. *I changed the laundry over and headed back upstairs. My balls and cock still tingled from the outrageous orgasm I had in her mouth. I wiped the cum puddle with a paper towel and mopped the kitchen floor. Just as I was finished she came back down the hallway."Time for you dust and vacuum the living room," she announced.She was now wearing a short denim skirt, a black halter top, and black high heels. Her hair was now loose, hanging over her shoulders, and freshly styled."How is she so fucking. God, this is everything. Fucking see lights...brain's going to sneeze. I cum in you hard, four, five, six almost audible spurts of warm, sticky Daddy-love filling your thirsty twat. I push in still, you're too good to quit. My cock is still hard, and you're still beautiful. Soon, nothing but rambling nonsense escapes your lips - your mind is too blank to form a coherent thought. You keep muttering about how you need it, please Daddy, you're a good girl, need it so bad. I taste the sweat as it.