"Come on, I really want to hear what you think," he almost begged.Wondering why a college professor was so captivated by a trashy romance novel, Allis...n shifted uneasily in her seat. What exactly did he want her to say about it? Did he want her to mention the author's effective use of punctuation, her vivid descriptions and chatty dialog, or was he fishing for something a bit more personal? Like the fact that the sexual tension made it virtually impossible for her to put the book down, or that. When they were covered in my pussy juices he pulled them from my throbbing pussy and slowly started to work them into my ass. I tried to cover me ass with my hands clenching to stop him from entering. But master was having none of that tonight he pulled my hair making me lean farther over his lap leaving me with no choice but to remove my hands from my ass. I needed to place them on the floor over my head to keep from falling. not that my master would let that happen, but he needed my hands out. Harder than before. I whimpered, I think, and he shouted at me. "And shut the fuck up!" He slapped my ass again. The stinging blows were adding up and the sensitive skin was hurting. But he kept on. Slap, slap, slap.... I could hear his labored breath as he wound up for each swing of his hand. "Got yours didn't you?" he taunted. "Got your orgasm right away. Well now it's my turn."And he spanked me some more. Finally he stopped and straightened up. I heard his zipper going down and he got. Kamre me phach phach ki awaj gunj rahee thee main danadan shot lagaraha tha. Asha ne apni tang ko meri kamar par rakh kar mujhe jakar liya aur jor jor se chutar utha utha kar chudai me sath dene lagee. Mai bhi ab asha ki chunchee ko masalte hue thaka thak shot laga raha tha. Kamara humaree chudai ki awaj se bhara para tha. Sweta apni kamar hila kar chutar utha utha kar chuda rahee thee aur bole ja rahee thee, “ahhh aaahhhhh unhhhh ooohhhh oooohhhhh haaaaaan haaaaai meeeere rajjjjja, maaaaaaar.