He resumed smacking and I squirmed against his efficient grip. The sting was breath taking. How could he even smack so hard? "Please." I couldn't help...but beg. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK! My soft flesh was assaulted by the relentless punishing hand. My bottom burned like lava. It hurt so much! More than I thought it could. It was excruciating. How could anyone stand this? "Please! Please, stop! I've learnt my lesson, I've learnt my lesson. Please!" I was squawking and begging like a five year old. I. I tell him to take it very slow..... I don't think he heard me or didn't care... In it went.... OOOHHHH that dick is huge.He's pushing my head even lower as he works that fat dick further into my ass. I know my buddy in the next booth is watching me take this fat black dick, because as I bend even lower I'm close to the peep hole and see his eye. Enjoy the show buddy, cause I'm going to.I end up with my head on the bench and as he starts picking up the pace and going deeper and deeper, I hear. She was giving up her virginity. He looked at her, a smile playing over his features at his victory. “What was that?” he said, his voice devilishly soft now and with an undertone of dark humor. “Yes…“ she breathed. Taylor cocked an eyebrow but otherwise didn’t move. Kayla wanted to scream. Did she have to say it? “…Please…“ she ventured. No response. “Please…” she said again, humiliated. “I need…“ she stopped herself from completing the thought. He leaned down, his proximity bringing heavier. Good night.” With that Artsy exited the car and walked with purposeful stride to her door never once looking back. Opening front door was like opening refrigerator door in her kitchen or maybe a hot oven. Husband’s first words were hot but froze any chance of pleasure being home. “I saw you kiss him.” “Hi honey I am finally home - yes I kissed Dan goodnight - we are long time close friends - I kissed him goodnight.” “The way your lipstick is smeared you’ve been kissing him all night. What else.