The slut part of painslut is how you control it or seek it. If you can enjoy the pain, you’re just kinky. If you need the pain as if you were addict...d to it, you’re a painslut.”“Does that mean puta is addicted to pain?” I asked.“Worse than an alcoholic to booze,” he replied flatly. “And it can destroy her in just the same way.”“Oh,” I said as watched puta rotate into the water. The wheel was down low enough now that her nipples touched. She did the same gasp and go into control mode that hunk. I need some relief and I needed it now. I just had to masturbate. It was seventh period history at my all girls high school. I’d been horny since this morning when I woke up from my wonderful dream – but I was running too late to fuck myself. So I rushed out the door horny as all could be. All day I just keep thinking about my dream. I’d rub my legs together getting myself wetter and wetter. But know it was just too much. I had to touch my burning pussy. I was dieing to dip my finger in my. He too came over her face, as did the next young man. She was covered in the goo, dripping over her cheeks, nose, lips, chin and big long ropes of cum and saliva hung from her face down to her chest and breasts. The third club member stood over dad and chose to masturbate on to her face. She held her mouth open and held her breasts up to him as he spurted on her, dripping down to her cum covered breasts. The fourth man wanted to go as far inside her mouth as he could. She closed her lips tight. Not that I was complaining, the wet t-shirt merely enhanced his sexy young 18yr old body with a fit, toned chest and defined back. I knew (and had ever since I had spotted him) that he would have some thrust on him and that it was only time that stood between me and his cock. Instinctively I slide my hand under my silk gown and felt my left nipple harden as I was enjoying the view. I pulled it slightly and new it was going to be a good day but that I had to start it by putting a big smile on my.