. She said they were more discreet than school boys, and hornier and dirtier. And they had thicker, juicier lunds. She felt safe in their presence and...liked the language they used when treating her like their little slut. Two or three men would take her for a walk in a field and empty their bladders in her several times a week. She still makes me cum describing her childhood kuitya-pana! She would kneel behind a tree with her school skirt up and blouse open, the men standing around her with. Her shock though was tinged with something altogether unexpected. Those new sensations captivated her, so much so that she barely perceived Fanny’s hand as it went around her shoulder and her extremely long fingernails pressed against Debbie’s nipples, still firm from the cold.“I think we need a glass of champagne,” Randy said, his eyes captivated by the four buoy-breasts bobbing on the waterline.“But I signed the pledge,” Debbie said, whimpering, given the combination of the water on her. “Forgive me, Patrick.” She whispered before pulling the whip back, allowing it to unravel, and striking. Patrick jumped, crying out as a streak of welts appeared across his shoulder and down his chest. Just as the pain turned to a dull throb Breeze hit him again, leaving a string of welts across the other shoulder and down his chest. “Stop! Please!” He begged, trying to move out of the way of the next several hits, but to no avail. Breeze walked around him, striking out with each step. Soon. The color contrast was so striking, his large, strong hands groping my white tits, pushing them together quite roughly, but I didn’t mind, the erotic sensations drowning out the slight pain as I watched this hunky, strong, black man fuck my globes like no tomorrow, I spat down at his head when needed, adding more lubrication for his pleasure and my own comfort, On and on he keeping thrusting, fucking my tits for a good 4 minutes until it got too much for him.“ Dam girl, going to cum, your tits.