She panted and sighed as she rested, watching his bound body continue to writhe as his captured cock initiated its own torture. She slipped her cunt f...om his face and stripped off while his pain slowly subsided on his erection dwindling, the pressure easing and allowing his bell-end to retreat from the full punishment of the spikes. She got into the bed and threw the covers over the two of them, caressing his chest as it heaved in the aftermath of his ordeal.'See what a pleasure it is to wear. One day the hurt would go away and he would be able to look at it without crying. But right now, he needed the tears. He searched through the salt in his eyes to focus on that bulb again. When they finish all of the Christmas shopping, she is turned in his arms and given a very serious look. ‘Goodness, Clayton. What is it?’ She furrows her brows at him. ‘I was going to wait for Christmas Day to give you this. I’m giving it to you now anyway. So just answer yes or no. I’ll understand either. She felt her ring being forced open as she was sodomised by her lover. Carol took her. She held tight to Emma's hair, using it like reins as she moved the feeldoe in and out of Emma's ass. She settled into an easy rhythm, every time she almost pulled out, she would slap one of Emma's ass cheeks before slamming he girlcock back in again. Emma's plaintive cries of "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck" followed the same rhythm. Carol pushed her hips in hard, grinding her mound against Emma’s ass. Her. “This is going to be the worst day of my fucking life,” he muttered as he stood next to her, trying to maintain his composure. On the plus side, at least he knew her name, since when the coach had called her “Emi”, she picked her head up and nodded. As the coach went through all of the things they were to be tested on, she fidgeted nervously next to him. Matt sympathized with her here; she was being partnered with a junior as a freshman on her first day in high school. “Alright,” the coach.