Pints when it was quarts I wanted, but she was getting there.She turned, bent over, strutted away and came back to me, sank between my knees and licke... my glans as it stood quivering out before me. “Oh Daddy,” she sighed, “it’s just beautiful, but can I have one of the open ones next time, you know, that are just strips of cloth from the crotch to the boobs and nothing at all behind?”She sucked my prong in, and I smiled down at her and said, “Of course you may if your breasts get a little. She gasped, and slid to her knees in front of me, and I kissed her brutally.She pushed herself between my legs, working her wet open mouth on mine, and I reached down and gripped her left breast, crushing it even more fiercely than she'd done, pinching the nipple tightly between my forefinger and thumb, twisting it, pulling it, my tongue deep in her mouth.I wound the fingers of my left hand in her hair, tugging it unmercifully, dragging her head back, and then I released her breast and slapped. "This!" she says, cupping my breasts as soon as the door shuts behind us. Her thumb rubs my nipple until it strains against the flimsy fabric. I bury my squeal into her shoulder. She pops one of my breasts out of the bikini top. Bending her head down, she sucks my nipple. I bite my fingers to silence myself."Carrie, someone will hear us," I whisper.She answers by biting my nipple."We can't." Shhhhh."She isn't playing fair, knowing how much I love her sucking my nipples. I am on fire and give. Like... that whore?" Ron gasped, as he forced his cock deeper and deeper into her warm resisting little pussy, oblivious to her disgust and fear and agony. His venomous words cut her like a knife, lacerating her flesh, tearing sadistically at her heart. He hated her, that was obvious, she thought pitifully, fresh tears coursing down her face."Hhhhmmmmppphhh... aaahhhhhhhh..." she gasped again as she felt the rubbery tip of his forcefully slithering cock graze against the softness of her cervix..