An insane dash of recklessness that makes you not give a fuck.“If you’re gonna do it... at least don’t be stupid about it”, I blurted abruptly... having half-turned towards the door but turned right back to face Kyle.Kyle stopped fidgeting with his phone and rotated only his eyes to look at me while all the rest of his body stayed still as a statue. I looked at him with a stern face and unblinking eyes. He swallowed loudly and asked me curiously, “What? What are you talking about?”I replied,. Es war schmerzhaft und besch?mend zugleich. Ihr Herr setzte sich wieder auf den schwarzen Ledersessel und schnippte sie herbei. Dieses Mal kroch sie zu seinen Knien und leckte seine Schuhe, dass es f?r ihn nur so eine Freude war. Bald gl?nzte das Leder unter ihrem Speichel, sie wollte ja nicht mehr aufh?ren, da zog er sie sanft nach oben, lie? sich noch einmal die Hand k?ssen, nahm ihren Kopf in seine H?nde und sah ihr tief in die Augen. Ihre dunklen Augen waren immer noch verweint. Zart. " I would look at her and smile at the thought of getting punished. Sometimes she would make us popcorn. I would sit next to her on the couch trying to stare at her legs and her chest. Later on I would go to my room and night and fantasize about her. I would fantasize about her wearing a leather skirt and getting spanked over her lap. I was hoping I wouldn't ever get caught by her. Maybe something in me actually wanted to get caught by her though. One Friday night she showed up wearing her. Then, as if a dam bursts, you cry out, ‘Fuck me hard now, Daddy — make me your little slut.’ ‘Say it again, darling.’ ‘Make me your little slut, Daddy. Fuck me really hard. I need it — please, Daddy.’ And so I oblige. I begin fucking you hard, my hands holding your waist. You are moaning and I know you are close. One last push — harder and faster. You scream. You are over the top. You are beyond words. You are groaning as you take my cock deep in your ass. You are writhing and riding me, driven.