I loved the feel of his whip on my ass. He did it out of love. I was never really a bad slave. I always tried to obey his every command, but sometimes...I just needed the feel of his whip on me. To me, it showed that he loved me enough to make sure I knew what he wanted of me. Sometimes I just needed to know there were still boundaries.I heard the crack of the whip before I felt it. Oh, the sound sent shivers down my back! I cried out when I felt the first whip touch the cheeks of my ass. I. .dd..don't ...stop....." He rolled me over more onto my stomach, pushing my left leg up to my tits, straddling my right thigh as he fucked me on my side. His cock was throbbing hard and starting to twitch uncontrollably. He held onto my hip for support as he grunted with each thrust! He could feel me start to tense up with yet another orgasm. I pushed my face back into the pillow, biting into it with my teeth. He was thrusting wildly, grunting, "UHHHHNNNNNN! UHHHHNNN OHHHHH YEAH!. My eyes were quickly diverted from her butt straight to her tit that had popped out of her tank top. I got an instant hard on seeing her little pink nipple. It was an amazing sight, a nice oval areola with a pencil eraser that was hard enough to cut glass. Being the gentleman (and opportunist) that I am, I jumped off the couch and helped her up. Of course she was laughing and completely clueless to her exposed breast. Even when I copped a cheap feel as I tried to help back into the top, she. Mujhe bhi pura maja aa raha tha….Maine uske geele baaal kas ke pakde hue the aur uska sar age peeche kar raha tha ….Mera land uske dhook mein bilkul geena ho gya tha..Mujhe aisa lag ra tha ke mera …Lund kisi garam garam cheez mein gusa hai….Abhi main use chuadane ke liye betaab ho rha tha…. Maine use khada kiya halka upar utha kar sink ke barabar mein baitha kar halka sa diwar se sata diya….Fir maine apni middl fingr se uski choot ka dana dabana shuru kar diya,…Usne apne tange kholi hui thi aur.