I stood up, walked to him and sat on his lap. I was wearing a yellow and white floral print, pleated, halter-type sun dress that came slightly below m... knees, which I had thrown on quickly as we were preparing to leave for the drug store about an hour ago.Looking deep into his eyes, I held his face and kissed him. Immediately, I felt his penis throb against my ass as he opened his mouth to accept my tongue. I broke off the kiss long enough to say, “Let’s go really slow this time. I want you to. The smell was about to over come her. She tried to keep her mouth closed as long as possible. Finally, a little made it past her lips.The smell and the taste was just too much, she began to vomit uncontrollably. Laughing, Tantka began to rub his piss into her hair."There you go, you bitch, just what I think of you, hardly even worth the effort to piss on," Tantka spat at her, "serves you right for trying to kill me."Assti could hardly hear him, she was vomiting so bad. Finally stopping, she. You will never meet anyone who is such a perfect match for you. You are again being selfish and thinking only of yourself. That woman loves you with such a passion that she will always keep you satisfied. She is a match for you as no other woman could be.”“I’ll think about it, honey. I promise.” *Think about it! I did more than think. The question Pam had asked tormented me night and day for about a week. I kept thinking of the pros and cons of what marriage would mean. I ended up mentally. "I look down at her. "No." And I bring down hell on her tits. The whip is just an extension of my body, each blow a manifestation of my hate. I whip her tits repeatedly; each blow wracking pain through Terry's body. When she uses her hands to cover her tits I send the next blow to her face. Naturally, she exposes her tits to protect her face and then I send the whip crashing onto her tits again. We repeat this for ten minutes. When I stop, her tits are bloated purple sacks. The rest of her body.