To maine bhi apni jaban unke muu ke andar kar diya aur unki jaban chusne laga.. Itna maza aara tha yaar. Kasam se. Unki jaban bahot naram thi aur thod... kali thi.. Mai unka pura thook chat raha tha.. Wo bhi meri jaban chusne lagi.. Aur mera sir pakad ke baal nochri thi.. To aur maza aara tha.. Mai bas jaban hi chusra tha.. Wo bhi maze seapni jaban mere muu me puri bhar ri thi.. Aur mere baal me hath fer ri thi..Fir undone thoda mujhe apne upar khichne ki koshish ki to mai sidha unke upar hi let. Her vagina was responding in kind. This was just as much about the sex as the pain. I came to a decision. “Ready?” “Yes, sir.” SWAK! But this time only half as hard. I still saw the new pink welt, still saw the erotic rippling of her cheeks as they absorbed the blow, only this time I was now able to focus on other things: the sway of her breasts, the change in the voicing from one of discomfort to one of sensuousness. “Ooh! Twenty one, sir. Thank you, sir.” SWAK! Again, a lighter touch. “Ooh!. . finish him off,” she pants.Kevin rolls over, staring Marie in the eye’s, her legs opened, he mounted her slowly.“I was waiting for this part,” Marie smiled.She wrapped around Kevin, he managed to pick her up, hoisting her up and down in his lap, her nails in his back.“I can’t hold it any more,” he moans.“You better not fucking stop,” she growled.He grunted, moaned, sighed, dropping her on his cock, she held tight, pushing herself in to his crotch as he filled her up, not stopping until her. It was a cordless pistol grip screwdriver. The type you use to screw shelving together with. On the tip where the interchangeable bit should be the Mask had fashioned his own device. It was a long narrow dildo. One that looked like a mans cock flesh coloured with life like ribs. It was stuck or attached in some way to the chuck head. The dildo drooped as the Mask held the pistol grip like a weapon the rubber shaft been very soft and malleable. The Mask gave a quick press of the trigger and the.