’ ‘On the way to Yokohama?’ ‘Certainly.’ Passepartout had for an instant feared that he was on the wrong boat, but, though he was really ...n the Carnatic, his master was not there. He fell thunderstruck on a seat. He saw it all now. He remembered that the time of sailing had been changed, that he should have informed his master of that fact, and that he had not done so. It was his fault, then, that Mr. Fogg and Aouda had missed the steamer. Yes, but it was still more the fault of the traitor. Then, I felt a hard slap with the other. It felt amazing; he was taking control. He slapped it numerous times. The sound of him spanking me drove me wild. "You like me spanking you?" He asked as I moaned. He spanked me a few more times before quickly stuffing his cock into my pussy once more. I began to moan loudly and he was grunting loudly too. His cock moved swiftly, in and out of my tight wet pussy. It was so easy for him because I was so wet. His balls began slapping my ass in no time and. 'Oh for fuck's sake', I blurted out, and tore my top off and stood bare chested, my tits heaving heavily, my nipples buzzing with excitement.A huge smile broke across his wizened face, and suddenly I became self conscious, and covered both breasts with one hand shielding each, from his piercing gaze.I could feel the rubbery-ness of my nipples protruding into my palms, they were so sensitive, just touching them started my lubricating, 'What the fuck are you doing to me', I finally gasped, I had. She looked at me checking her out and a wolfish smile flashed across her face. She knew I craved her body.I got up from the bed and kissed her like she'd never been kissed before. I could feel her nipples hardening as I held her close. As I put my hand inside her underwear to rub her clit, I felt a small landing strip. I gently caressed her clit first, then alternated between patting and rubbing it faster. I could feel her ecstasy develop. She grabbed by cock through my pants. I knew she wanted.