> "Well,we are going to have to look into that. When I fuck her this afternoon, I will check out her cunt thoroughly. Maybe she was just being fucking...lazy. We will have to punish her for that, won't we?" > "Can I whip her cunt with my belt?" > "Of course, Son. But let's wait until tonight and we can take two or three hours to do it. We will make those pussylips nice and sore and swollen, and that may tighten them up a bit." > "I love the sounds she makes when I whip her cunt." > "Get over here. If I screw up and make something that turns out to be useless, it won’t matter much now, but in the middle of winter with worn out boots...”Just below his pool, he dropped the filthy hide in and began scrubbing on it, the water spooling off it turning muddy. I read that pigs’ hair is generally too short to keep the sun off them properly, and their skin tends to get sore because of it, so they roll in mud to coat themselves. Sounded like bullshit to me, but this one surely had a good coating of. “Fuck Blondie, don’t stop!” she moans out. She is close, I know she is, but she is the type of girl to cum a lot. I love that in her. She’s a fountain. Andrew’s stroking his cock faster now, panting. It almost sounds as if he’s fucking one of us, the same pace I’m going on Cricket. Their breathing is matched. Sam is watching; I can see he is hard, but he’s holding off. He knows I’ll share later. He wants me to have her all to myself this time. I grip her tighter, moving my face in closer. My. ” “Take off my dress.” Joel unzips Camille’s dress and it drops to the floor. He removes her bra, leaving her soft breasts hanging free. They’re much larger than Anna’s pert little breasts. Camille’s nipples are small but sit in a large black areola. He bends forward, sucking one nipple then the other. He feels hands on his head pushing him back down onto his knees. He is at eye level to Camille’s pale blue cotton panties. He takes the elastic in his hands and pulls them down exposing her.