It was slower and more deliberate this time, but his hand smacked down on my ass just as hard. *smack* *smack* After each one he would rub his hand a...ound to soothe the area he had just spanked. Then he began to pepper my thighs as well. I had lost all of the fight that had been in me before. All I could think about was what I must look like to him with my ass in the air and my legs splayed out across the couch. ?Tell me that you need this Ariana, say thank you when I spank you.? *smack*. I take his cock into my hand and I begin to stroke while his mouth finds a nipple beneath my cami and begins to suck. His hips lurch as he tries to fuck my hand but I hold him down still wanting to feel his cock growing inside my hand. Stroking, squeezing I can feel him getting harder and harder. He lifts my cami over my head and buries his face between my tits. Not wanting to stop but wondering if we are being watched I turn slightly and gaze at the crowd. Seeing that we are still 'alone'. He ended up between her legs and all thoughts of food were forgotten for a long time.When they finally managed to make it out of bed, him laughing at the razor burn on her stomach, her throwing her brush at him with deadly aim, smacking him right in the bare butt cheeks, they got cleaned up and into the serious business of food."Michelle, you can't really want to put yourself in that kind of dangerous a situation." He was cutting up cheese to put in an omelet. He pointed the knife at her to. I reached for my groin but stayed my hand just above the panties. My palm hovered over my mound. I could feel the heat pouring out of my slit and occasional droplets of my juices that squirted through my underwear fabric as my hips periodically shuddered. My spirit was weak. I needed to shove my fingers inside. I needed to feel that warmth and wetness. I needed relief. In a last mad act of willpower, I jammed three fingers into my mouth and sucked as hard as I could on them. My eyes squinted,.