. I lay on top of her, but I am not at all in control. She's pummeling me. She's all elbows and knees. I hold her close, so she can't knock me off. My...face is buried in her bosom. Hanging on for dear life. I get an idea... A bad idea. I bite her boob.Laying flat on my back on the floor next to the couch is giving me a new perspective on my situation. I do not want to be on the floor when this bitch springs off the couch.Actually she rolled off the couch at my feet when she threw me. Toppling. They were built into the outer wall of the circle, so that someone could look over the handrailing down into the plaza. Madison rushed past several niches, noticing that each one was decorated with its own theme. One was re-creating the American Wild West, some appeared to be from the French aristocracy, some were just modern. Each office had a single girl staffing the front desk, usually dilligently working on a computer. Their wardrobe seemed to match the decor of the room, but Madison. It was, without question, the wet and ready pussy my dick had seen. She moaned loudly, “aaahha” when I entered, and started sliding back and forth on it. I decided to stay still and let her do the work. She was like a car piston going back and forth tirelessly, she had a lot of stamina. After about 10 minutes, I could see she was near to an orgasm. I reached up and caught her right boob with my right hand and caught her left ass cheek with my left hand and started ramming her with all my. There was no warm up. Just like dad did, it was full force from the beginning. The first took my breath away. I was shocked at how hard a man could hit. (I had played with a Domina before, and although she could bring the most intense, exquisite pain, with any instrument, the brute force was nothing like a man’s nor was the embarrassment at the same level.) I counted “one” as ordered, and the next followed immediately. Again, the shock and pain radiated from my naked bottom to the top of my.