“You know I do” Breaths Beth heavily.“Then tell me you need your sluty cunt licked”.“Noooo” whines Beth, almost beyond frustration while s...multaneously feeling like her pussy has become almost entirely fluid.“Say it!” he demands firmly, spanking her lips harder than last time causing her to cry out.“Say it, or you don’t deserve it!” as he spanks her twice more.This is as much as she can take, suddenly all trace of self control and resistance vaporizing “lick my sluty cunt NOW!” she cries out.. My fingers were so deep between her soaking wet, tight, pussy lips. Pushing harder, I reached deeper than before in those tight white wet walls. She screamed and cummed, I withdrew my fingers and discovered a thick juice coated my fingers.She started moaning loudly in pleasure, which ended our kissing."Open your mouth" I instructed here.Reaching up and slid my fingers into her mouth. She closed her eyes and sucked on her own sticky nectar. She licked between each finger, cleaning the seemingly. I never wear panties or a bra.They followed me into the mall, and were a few stairs behind me on the escalator. I could hear clicking noises, and realized they could see my ass and pussy under my short skirt. They were taking pictures with their cameras phones. I decided to have a little fun and purposely dropped my phone. I bent over to pick it up and they went crazy taking pictures of my ass and pussy. They followed me for an hour and a half, I teased them the whole time. . At that thought, I laughed. He is such a fool.I was reluctant to throw out my old bicycle. After looking more carefully, I decided that there was no use of it anymore. Then, I saw the crutches. Simple, wooden crutches. Memories flooded my mind.Fifteen years ago, my mother broke her ankle. I was only nine years old then. She stepped in a hole in the courtyard and her ankle turned. Her screams were horrible. Until then, I had never heard my mother screaming. It frightened the shit out of me..