"Who's ass is this?" He ended the question with another slap on my tender young ass cheek."Answer me! Who owns this ass?" SMACKI moan. "You do." I gas..., as he slaps my other cheek and drives his cock into my pussy, burying himself to the balls. Grabbing my hair, he yanks my head back, fucking me savagely me til I cum, clenching my pussy around him."You're right, I own this ass, Angel."He pulls out of my pussy and places his cockhead at my asshole. Grabbing my hips, he pulls me back on his stiff. She put on the car’s flashers, hoping someone would stop and help, though she did have an illegal can of pepper spray at hand in case there was trouble. A biker came into view. Cindy clutched the pepper spray, white knuckled. He pulled behind the van and stepped off his bike. Tall, with a powerful build, he wore a fitted black t-shirt, worn blue jeans, and boots. She jumped when he tapped on her window. ‘Do you need some help, lady?’ he asked in a gruff voice as he removed his helmet. OK. He. I've always been submissivesexually but here, on display, being whipped, well, I found it all veryexciting, and I begin to crave more. How deep did these feelings go? I didn'tknow the answer to that, and I realized that I might need a lot more time andexperiences before I found that answer. I looked out at the people watchingand a shiver of excitement ran through me. The humiliation, the pain, and mysubmission to it all. I belonged to this man I had never seen before, and Ifound it damn. Up to this point, I had been content that we might just do our thing and escape unnoticed. We had not yet disturbed my boss's office. However, Trinh's scream had to have carried through the office door. Also, once she came, Trinh disengaged from me and swept much of Mr. Patterson's desktop off onto the floor. She sat back on it, spreading her legs wide and letting some of her remaining juices drip onto the polished wood.Quyen got up and quickly shed her remaining clothing. Erotically, both.