Woh tilmila uthi, maine uske peeche aake apna lund uski chut main daal diya. Iss baar lund ko chut main jaane main koi problem nahi hui. Fir se maine ...hakke lagane shuru kiye aur peeche se uske boobs pakad ke dabane laga. Uski moaning aur jor jor se shuru ho gayi aur bolne lagi ki wow pls maarta raho aisa maja maine aaj tak nahi liya, rukna maty aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh uuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmm. Uski gaand dekh ke mera to dil hi aagaya kya mast moti gori gaand thi, maine uski gaand pe 3 – 4 slaps mare. Cursing MacLean bellowed. “What in the name of fucking hell did you do that for?”“That fucking drone I spotted earlier came back!” MacLean defended his action. “I tell you the fucking rangers knows we’re out here!” moving forwards retrieving the now scrap metal drone. Picking it up holding it out for the other two to see “See, the thing got a fucking camera!” Dropping it back on the ground “Bet the fucking rangers are on their way to retrieve the goddamn thing as we speak!”“Fucking shit as. She came out of her room and she looked like an angel. She was wearing a light pink shirt open deep at her throat and a pair of denim shorts. The bra showed through and she looked real sexy in that dress. She came and sat close to me. I said, ‘you are looking great, ritu.’ she blushed and said, ‘thanks prakash.’ i said ‘don’t mind me.’ and bent over to kiss her on her cheek. She looked into my eyes and i saw she was looking at me longingly. I pulled her close into a hug and kissed her. I groaned again, his humiliating remark of not letting me cum until he disciplined me.There was a strange yet wondrous feeling about sex, debasement, domineering and submission, I was submitting to this mans sexual fantasies, but deriving sexual pleasure from it.It sounded louder than the pain I felt, his open-handed smack on my buttocks, it left a warm glowing feeling that mingled and mixed with the pleasure he was administering on my open pussy, I groaned, and in doing so I began to wonder if.