He didn't swagger or walk, he moved like a big cat -- as if nothing in the world could stop him. His shoulders, arms and chest were tightly packed wit... dense muscle and his stomach had ripples in it. Up the left side was the scar, his Medal of Honor.His legs were incredible and I could see his cock plain as day (after all, it was daylight by then). I'd never seen one before, but his was sticking out. With every motion he made, it seemed to rise up more. And with every move it made, my pussy. ? As she lowered herself on him she hugged him around the shoulders and began to grind her clit against his shaft. ?Master, if it pleases you, my dearest, may I have an orgasm now, please, oh, pretty please?? She hissed. ?Slave, control yourself? he whispered.After a few moments she begged, ?Master, I?m on the very verge of my first climax with a man and I know it?s going to be a big one. I don?t know if I can hold back any more. May I please have your permission to climax now Master. If it. His cock is throbbing and straining against his jeans."Come on loser, take them off."Nathalie still hesitates. She is from a wealthy family, and has always been a success in life - achieving great grades, being the college debate champion, leading the swim team and playing a mean game of tennis (the main reasons for her great body). She has a clique of friends made up from the wealthy and popular end of town. She isn't used to losing."I know you've been cheating," she says, her voice wavering. Instead as he was sitting on the couch, I had to straddle him, reverse cowgirl style and lean forward with my hands on the floor. That way, my ass was right in front of him and he could strike it without moving. Trista took this opportunity to take many more photos of me in this compromising position. For his part Jake's blows didn't hurt as much physically as the ones from Alana and Trista, though emotionally they were much worse.They made me count out 20 spankings before Alana told me come.