She could see now that if he kept it up he would eventually hammer her little frame in two. So this angry spirit added to his harem by overc...ming unsuspecting women with desire and then fucking them to death!? What a dick! Sure, there were worse ways to go, but it was certainly far from chivalrous. Brett would never treat her like that. Brett? BRETT! What was happening to him? Melissa prayed it was only some ghostly pleasure that he was experiencing. After this night she. Under the flap she found a bundle of instructions. She pulled it out and read the front, "Wilson's Spank-o-Matic" was in bold print above a picture of the contraption. The picture looked a little like a picnic table. There was a padded horizontal surface on top flanked by two smaller padded shelves on either side that jutted further out. The implication was that the - user? victim? Claire couldn't quite decide what the correct term ought to be - was supposed to lay down on the top surface with. This time she pushed back, feeling his smooth dome slowly slipping into the embrace of her muscular entrance. He tried to slip back out as her moist warmth enveloped him, but she persisted, releasing a cry of pleasure as the crown of his cock popped inside of her. Her entrance quickly molded around his shaft, sliding downward as both their bodies trembled in anticipation. She moaned, whimpered in joy as she felt him sliding deeper into her, the bulbous tip of his cock pushing its way through. ”She held Vivian around her body and kissed her more passionately this time. She was bold enough to stick her tongue out and briefly lick the other girl’s lips.“Hey, Viv, I can feel you pushing back with your own lips. Don’t tell me you’re not reacting to all this.” Encouraged by this statement, Vivian put her hands up and held Cathy’s arms.In a short time, Cathy said, “Hey, this is a pretty good make-out session, don’t you think?”I do like it, but I hardly know this girl. Is it purely a.