April’s thighs began to quiver. She arched her back and moaned.Ron lifted his left hand from her mons but continued to stroke her inside with his ri...ht. “Maybe,” he said, “now that you’ve had one you can have more with me stroking you inside.”“Maybe,” she panted.“Have you tried that before?”She shook her head. “Uh-unh.” He watched her ribs heave, but her breathing was slowing. “It’s not working,” she said.“Let’s give it a chance.”She reached down and grasped his hand. “You’re getting tired .... Mere ghar me mere mata pita or hum bhai bahen the humari middle class family thi pitaji 1 MNC me kaam karte the or maa house wife thi. Me apni didi se sari baat sher karta tha or wo bhi muje apni sab baat batati thi ye kahani tab suru huyi jab uski shaadi tay ho gayi or wo muje chod ke nahi jana chahti thi kyun ke wo shadi kar ke delhi shift hone wale the or jise uski shadi hine wali thi wo kuch khas nahi tha dubla patla sat ha or didi kafi sunder thi lekin wo paise wale the isliye pitaji ne. She was dressed like most of the biker chicks in the bar who stood out by their dress. She had on a pair of cutoff shorts that exposed half of her ass, and was wearing thigh high fishnet stockings and a pair of black biker boots. As I looked further she had on a low cut black top with a push up bra that lifted up her small tits showing half of her nipples. She was wearing her “Hells Lover’s Wisconsin” jacket. She was standing at the bar drinking cheap beer with her boyfriend “Butch”. Then I. He swiftly tore off her tank top in one motion, exposing her chest. Paulina was now naked on the interrogation frame. Reaching for his most severe leather flogger, he walked around her, stood back and hurled its menacing lashes, letting the gruesome metal points of each of its four strands curl around her ribs. The effect on the side of her torso showed instantly by the four livid red lines tracking all the way to her back. Paulina screamed as the lashes tore into her.Chang then worked this.