Neither of us is wearing a bra and I watch my s****r’s tits swing freely from side to side as she pushes me across the bed. ‘This won’t be as go...d as John’s spankings but I think you’ll get the idea,’ she says, pulling me off the bed with her until we’re standing face to face. ‘You’ve been bad, haven’t you?’ she says as she unties my halter-top and lets it fall to the floor. She hefts my breasts with her hands and gives me an appreciative smile. I stare blankly at her, a dazed expression on my. Why on Earth would she think Im going to kill her? Surely I wasnt that harsh the night before? I stare into her distraught face for a second, watching fear and revulsion take turns distorting it, before I finally remember why she and every other lesser demon here has reason to fear me. Of course, why wouldnt she think me capable of murder? I, who behaved like a rotten, spoilt child last night and threatened her when all she did was care for me. I, who left the broken body of my attacker in my. She stopped right in front of him and hiked up her skirt. Derek saw she wasn't wearing any panties, and her perfect pink mound was completely shaved bald. She straddled him and sat on his lap. His cock was pushed almost painfully against her tight abs. She flipped her hair to the side and leaned forward and put her big round lips to Dereks. They explored each others mouths with their tongues, and Dereks hands found their way to her waist. His right hand slowly ascended up to left tit and. Instead, she laid her torso on the bed and spread her legs a little, exposing her ass to John. He smiled as he swung the belt, a resounding crack filling the room as the leather made contact with N'Korra's pink ass. She cried out in pain as he hit her with the belt again and again, tears flowing freely and soaking into the bed sheets. John swung the belt more than a dozen times before he stopped, finally satisfied that she had endured enough pain. Then he dropped the belt, aimed his cock at her.