"They told me that you were a screamer," he explained as he slid over to the passenger seat and got out of his car, with my head hopelessly trapped be...ween the window and the top of the door. I could hear his boots scrunching the now re-frozen snow underneath his steps. I was helpless to move; I was scared and excited all at once. I felt his hands all over my body. He sniffed my hair and tried to kiss my neck, but I resisted as best as I could, considering my position."They told me you were. Our kiss becomes more passionate, and I become lost in the smell and taste and feel of her.“I want you,” she whispers into my mouth, “baby, I want you now.”That’s all I need for my body to take over. My hands run down her back, under the waistband of her trackies and underwear to squeeze the gorgeous warmth of her soft cheeks, and I start kissing down her face to her neck.As the rain continues to hammer into the wooden boards around us, I start slowly moving behind her, my lips kissing around. ”The MILF swallowed my dick while her daughter groaned, “Ooh, we want you to bathe us.”I shivered, my pussy growing hotter and hotter. It was so hard to think about Rosemary—that nubile, delicious bride—lurking somewhere in this hotel, her pussy in need of being bred. She needed my cum pumping into her cunt. I'd plant my futa-daughter into her womb.No, no, I couldn't do that.Mother and daughter swapped my cock again, their mouths both so hot, their tongues both so naughty. The pleasure built. Then she whipped my cock and balls from the left side, and the metal tips cut into my flesh again.“If I whip the prisoner slower, the metal tips will cut his cock and balls more deeply,” Ophelia said.For a while, she lashed me with these carefully planned straight even strokes, sharply dragging the metal tips across my cock and balls. But, she eventually got tired of being so carefully and, then she began slightly flicking the whip, like you’d crack a bullwhip, so that the metal tips slashed.