Without hesitation, her hand began moving up and down his shaft. Her soft fingers gripped him firmly, forming a fist and beating him off. As she pumpe... on his shaft, more pre- oozed from the tip. And more. Forming a puddle that eventually broke, trickling down the side of his hard cock. She moved her fist up to meet it, smearing the sticky substance all along the length of his shaft.Soon his cock was coated with its own emissions and her pumping fist made a loud squish-squish-squishing noise as. “He asked me how many my pussy should get and I told him that it’s twenty,” Jen went on, “The first one was soft but the next five were much harder and I jerked when his hand found its target.”Jen told me that he made direct contact to her clit at least five times and the final five, he raised his hand up at least three feet before his hand came down on her pussy.“I had a lot of tears in my eyes and he wiped them,” Jen went on, “He said, I’m so sorry to do this to you my sexy little slave girl,. I opened it and wow!!!. It was full of clothing a “Goth” or biker chick would wear. There were tight cut off shorts for summer, black leather bras, black nylons, leather vests and leather pants. I found a pair of black combat boots and a denim vest with the words “Butch’s Old Lady” embroidered on the back, above it in large letters was Butch’s clubs name “Hell’s Lovers Wisconsin”. In large embroidered letters on the back were the words “Debbie - Butch’s Bitch”. On the front pocket was her name. „Leider nicht, Süße. Du warst viel zu beschäftigt, erst mit dir selbst, als ich Monica gefickt habe. Und dann hattest du mit Moni wohl genug zu tun, hahaha…“Tina ließ kaltes Wasser über ihre Handgelenke laufen, aus ihrer Sicht die beste Möglichkeit, sich von einem Kater zu befreien und wach zu werden. Verdammt, sie musste vorsichtiger werden. Solche Filmrisse konnte sie sich nicht erlauben. Sie erinnerte sich an rein gar nichts mehr, nicht an die Blondine, nicht an diesen Kerl. Obwohl … doch.