He kicked her legs apart and pulled her skirt over her ass. Then, spitting in his hand, he rubbed the head of his cock and slid it between her ass che...ks until he found the wet spot. He was rough, but she wanted it rough and rugged and he gave her more than she thought she could handle.His cock found its mark and rhythm and started to enjoy her with sharp strokes that slammed her ass cheeks and ground her knees into the sharp edges of the bumper and license plate while she tried to steady. I hate being a toy boy...uh...toy man...i hate to play the role of the vibrator. I don’t care if i can whip the butts of these women if this is what they like and what they want. What do they learn?! Nothing! They just have a weird form of pleasure, there is no challenge, no discovery, no mystery nor misery. No I like it when they experience the unexpected, when they face their own fear and especially when they swallow their own pride. I love when they are sincerely, deeply, purely humiliated. “No. Fashionista videos.”“What is that?”“I show off my wardrobe.” She kissed his cheek. “My thigh-highs and my pretty dresses and my cute rompers and my plaid skirts and my sexy tube tops.” She kissed his other cheek. “My last one got almost a hundred thousand views.”“No shit?”She kissed his nose. “No shit.”“Like a channel, huh?”“Yup.” She kissed his forehead. “Nymphet Fashion by Heather.”He laughed out loud. “Nymph who the what?”“Don’t make fun,” she said, slapping his face.“Ouch. So, you. Automatically, she opened her mouth and poked out her tongue to lick the head and was rewarded with a small flow of pre-cum juices mixed with the Cointreau. Then raising her head a little higher, she opened her mouth and hungrily swallowed his cock with renewed vigor. There was some hesitation at first as her brain tried to register the difference in the size of the cock in her mouth. This evaluation was somewhat confused with the Cointreau taking the edge off of her focus, and after a few.