My breath a nervous whimper pleading on deaf ears for my release. My eyes widen with fear as I catch a glimpse of a small leather whip he is holding.... Screaming out with pain as the sting of the leather whip strikes my body. His cold eyes watching my every reaction as tears flow down my cheeks. As my hollow cries go unheard. His expression never changing as the whip strikes my body. Feeling his hands moving against my thighs almost a caress as his fingers slide along my skin. Laying the. Her cunt creamed even more and he licked deeply into her drinking up her nectar.April moaned and rocked her hips into her sons face as he ate her out. She loved to be licked and her son was doing a wonderful job. She reached down and caressed his head, then pointed to her hard clit, sticking out from under its hood."Lick here honey, very gently."Bradley did as instructed. Glad to have his mother as a teacher. The sounds his mother made, the view of her pretty pink pussy, her fleshy lips, her. Arlene thought she died. I don't know. Maybe she did. But I think those two beautiful women she tells about were the Ship and Little One. I don't think those women were just a product of an oxygen-starved brain as it was dying."Hope's problem is the intensity of her memories from that night. At least, that's what I understand from what she tells me. The sight of Art triggers those memories and they become almost real in their impact. What if the intensity were less, hmmm? Generally, when. Von Zeit zu Zeit h?rte ich Jenny wimmern, dann schrie sie auf einmal laut auf, als ihr Kitzler durchbohrt wurde. Loch auf Loch stach ihr der gro?e Schwarze und immer n?her r?ckte der Zeitpunkt, an dem ich mit ihr Platz tauschen w?rde. Meine Nervosit?t wuchs, zugleich aber auch meine Begierde, endlich mit dem piercen beginnen zu k?nnen, etwas, dem ich seit Jahren entgegengefiebert hatte. Schlie?lich war es soweit.Mambu nahm Jenny's Hand und half ihr vorsichtig hoch. Laut st?hnte sie auf, als sie.