She was looking for a partner. She wanted love. Though she was looking for someone known but Ananth had won her trust over the time.Anjali was now onl... a foot away from the door and so she paused. Now was the only chance. She could retreat now or she could go in. It took her nearly five minutes to decide and she held the door knob and turned it. She opened the door slowly and found him sitting on the sofa inside. The moment she entered he stood up and stared at her, dumbstruck. The. At least it is not if you are at the receiving end of it. First is the sound of the belt slicing through the air and snapping sharp and crisp against its target. Then the tightening of muscles, and heat that builds to a burn.My hands jerked back to soothe the throb and the next two blows caught both palms. I screamed and dropped the leash, jerking my hands up and lacing them together under my forehead. I screamed again and again as the leather snapped methodically on my skin in a steady tattoo. Oh come on, not a gremlin... really? You know I have to taste him too, right?The witch pulls his pants down. Chiz’s thick cock is freed from the confines as the fabric slides past, and it is a rather impressive sight for such a small creature. Penelope eyes it like a starving animal. She wants to take it all into her watering mouth, but she restrains herself.That is unexpected for him, but not for you.The witch moves up his body to kiss him again. Her breasts brush against his balls and then. Goddess help me.* * *- DivineFem '< : Good afternoon, Rita. I have been doing some thinking on your Pink Party concept. I don't think Sisterhood advocates should be part of the "pink hair" scheme. I think that should be restricted to our conquests.- LovlyRita '< : Yes, I was thinking the same thing, actually...but in keeping with the color motif, we can at least agree that Sisterhood women adopt, say, deeper.