I want him to know for certain it's for him."Tom took one snap in the fourth quarter before Coach Brown called timeout. He sent a little used redshirt...sophomore into the game and Tom VandeVender left to a standing ovation. I met him on the sideline with a hug and cup of water — the same things he offered me each time I'd been replaced in a blowout for the last two seasons. The tears on his cheeks made me glad I'd done it.I might have done things differently if I'd have known that this was my. “Yes, good idea Georgia, count out each stroke clearly and remember that failure to do so will mean the stroke will be given again,” he responded, as he remembered the films he’d seen where girls were made to count aloud. Eventually taking the plunge, Luke drew the cane back and delivered the first stroke squarely across the centre of Georgia’s delightful cheeks. Although not the hardest of strokes, it had landed crisply and painted an instant line across the creamy canvas of her beautiful. I loved the sounds she made. The wicked noises were so sexy. They resonated through the air. She shuddered.“¡Si!”Her pussy convulsed around my digits. Her flesh sucked at me. I pumped them in and out while her asshole writhed around my tongue. I savored that sour flesh spasming about my naughty, probing tongue.“You wicked hermafrodita!” she moaned.“So wicked,” I purred, lifting my face. I thrust my fingers into her pussy, her cream running down my wrist. “I'm going to fuck you hard one more. Sophie could only look on in worry, her eyebrows furrowed. "Hold me." Was the warning only Seven gave as his hands slipped down over Sophie's arse to grasp the back of her thighs. Sophie could only squeal in fright as Seven heaved her up, her calves kicking around as her right hand burrowed into Seven's long locks, grasping them roughly for support. Seven gave a robotic wince, but Sophie could not have cared at that moment. Legs open wide and raw pussy exposed, she could only gasp as the.