How long have you waited for this, I asked. She whimpered. For a long time she moaned softly. Yeah I asked. She just nodded her head as she continued ...o moan. How long? Since the first time we almost had sex, she replied softly. It only intensified it more when you sent those really hot pictures of yourself in your gear, without a coat or a shirt. You liked that huh, I asked. Mm m yeah, it made me so wet. What about you she asked. I moved my hand and she began to grind her pussy on my leg. I've. Except, they weren’t. Her father was greedy and self-absorbed. He didn’t care about anyone but himself – and where he was going to plant his dick next. Calix was kind and gentle and – despite everything she tried – perfect. About the only thing he shared with her father was a certain handsomeness – but even then, Calix was never more than lightly tanned and sported short, sandy brown hair while her father wore his dark, almost black hair long and in a ponytail.A white boy. She’d fallen in love. She stroked my dick under the water; she held it and rubbed it along her crack, between her lips and around her clit. After a few minutes of this, my dick was about as hard as it was going to get in the hot tub which is to say, not much. She then slid higher onto me, pressing my dick along her ass and kissing me. Sliding back and forth did wonders, to be sure. But I was ready for the next step.I lifted her out of the tub and carried her into my house. The dog followed a little too close behind. She didn’t bother to alternate feet. She just kept kicking my balls with her right foot--her best foot.Soon, my balls were a livid red and my cock was bruised with the countless times Layla’s shoe had slammed into it. I hung there exhausted.“Just ten more kicks, Chris,” Layla said. Then I’ll be done with you. And I wanted you to beg for each one.”“Please kick my balls, Mistress Layla,” I begged.“As you wish.”“One, thank you,” I gasped as she slammed her foot into my balls.“Please kick my balls.