Fouettons-la, murmure S?verine que la belle irrite fort. Oui je suis sur qu’elle aime souffrir la chienne, murmure Emma. On va te battre Marion, tr?..., tr?s fort mon amour... Tu promets de ne pas arr?ter de te branler hein?? Oh je promets. Pinces toi bien les seins. Fais-toi mal. Le m?lange de douleur et de plaisir met notre salope dans un ?tat tel que les deux complices ont du mal ? reconna?tre la ravissante idiote. Son visage soudain ?panoui exprime la plus pure volupt?, les narines dilat?es,. “Oh fuck yes! That’s it, bite my fucking clit you, hot fucking bitch, you are going to make me spill my little girl juice all over your fucking face!” Julie was now slamming her wet cunt flesh onto Heather’s fingers.Julie”s eyes widened, as she felt an abrupt new wave of sensual saturate her whole tingling body. A maddening electric-like prickle began deep in her little cunt, spreading relentlessly over the raw nerve ends of her satin smooth flesh. She knew that a mass of exquisite sheen of. Smiling to myself, I straddled the pillow and moved my hips back and forth. My pussy was contracting, spurting tiny jets of my juice, mixed with Greg's sperm. My breath began to catch, as waves started in my thighs and spread up my pelvis. Throwing my head back, I gasped. Trying to be quiet, I gulped the air, as I came all over the pillow. Satisfied, I laid down and took my nap. About 3 hours later, we woke up. “When did you come to bed?” I asked Greg. “About an hour ago,” he said. We got. She wore a bra that barely held her tits, they overflowed the cups and as she unclasped her bra they bounced out. Staying in character I lit a cigarette and motioned her over to me. She walked slowly trying to remove her skirt, “No, no, no.” I said, “leave your skirt and boots on and get over here and suck my cock”, Topless her face and chest red in embarrassment she came over and knelt in front of me, she opened my belt and unzipped my pants as she began to release my cock I reached down.