The outside of her left breast the current object of Myattention. The slap of My hand, the short flogger, the crop, a wooden spoon,all seeking out the...same target. What was once pale white, soon becomes pink,then deeper reds begin to appear, raised welts, and even hints of dark blues.She twists and dances, squirming to the staccato rhythms I perform. She singsout, accompanying Me. A duet? Or is it really a solo? Never does she try toduck or dodge, even though I have left her eyes uncovered. She. I heard, "God, Drew, no, I'm too sensitive, I can't take it." I didn't care and this time, I spread her legs wide and tongue fucked her pussy hard and deep. My chin was pushing next to her anal beads and my tongue attempted to lick the wetness growing in her pussy. I could have stayed there for days to try and lick her dry, but it would never have happened. My nose rubbed against her clit until she couldn't take anymore and climaxed. And again, within a few seconds, she now had the third bead. After deep throating him for over fifteen minutes, leaving him a quivering mass of muscles on his bed, Kitty disengaged her mouth from his lovely penis and moved forward to mount him.While her mouth was extra large, Kitty's pussy was not, if anything it was extra small and she had some serious issue accommodating Peter's extra large penis. While it could be frustrating, Peter had learned to look at the positive side of it. To him, every time he fucked Kitty's petite pussy, it was like fucking a. Something about this just wasn’t right and closing the door? … What the fuck? … He’d turned to look at her again, his can still in his hand and she’d asked, almost reactively “Where’s Dominic? He’ll be getting bored,” trying to gain any insight into what was happening here.Mason’s eyes swept the room. The bed was central, against a side wall; the door he’d entered through was in the corner on the far side of the bed; Jenny was standing on the same side of the bed as Mason, having quite.