She arched back from the excruciating pleasure/pain this sent through her. For as much as she wanted him not to, she wanted him to even more, so she ...nly objected the one time. He kept stroking his cock up and down like a huge paint brush from her clit to her asshole. Several times he penetrated her pussy with the head of his cock and her head spun each time. Slowly she began a new ache in the pit of her stomach. But this ache was one of desire. More and more she wanted to feel every inch. Her guest’s flight had arrived. She finished her glass of wine and made her way to the arrivals gate. Holly spotted Luca emerging from the line of passengers and smiled brightly. She realized immediately that she could no longer refer to him as a 'boy'. In the years since she had seen him last, he had developed into a very good-looking young man -- slim, with dark locks like his Italian father, and a warm smile. Holly’s convertible Porsche was close by, and with Luca’s bag stowed, they were. He's being very still and quiet and the anticipation is turning me on even more. Suddenly there's a noise, and a sharp sting. He's popped me on the inside of my thigh with the riding crop. I feel the leathery end of it tracing up and down my leg, and I can't wait for him to swing it again. The next sting comes in my left breast, close to the nipple. I'm gasping and moaning now as he makes three more quick swats to my big tits, the last landing right on my hard right nipple.I feel his fingers. I could no longer resist, my urge was strong and keen. My young nipples cried for my touch, inside their A cup bra. I needed to rub my juice hole, my clit now swollen and hot. Though I needed more than fingers, to feed my tight wet twat. If only Cal were with me, I’d ram his cock in deep, my bloody snatch now longed, to twist and writhe then weep. Looking around my brush handle, was all I could now hold, as I thrust it inside my cunt, where my left hand went to work. Forcing my juicy clit, to.