She no longer could feel the head particularly, although she knew it was firmly restricting her breathing, as it pushed past her reflexes and the hard...ess of my shaft now replaced any guise of care she may have thought I'd have for her. Leaving my cock deep now in her spasming throat, I said, "Until you stop fighting this, I'm going to have your breath cut off completely with this wonderfully happy cock of mine, bitch." She was beside herself now with panic, and it showed...as she lurched. I had several heavy wooden hairbrushes that helped make the pain intense. I sat on my spanking chair with my arms crossed, one leg crossed over the other, and watched as he jumped from foot to foot whilst rubbing his bottom. He had been naughty and earned his spanking. Even so, his penis was erect as he looked at me through his tear filled eyes and we both knew that now he was, ‘good,’ again we would soon make up. In bed and having the greatest sex. Much better sex than before I started to. She found it fascinating to note how much joy one could discover in the simple things, having gone so long without. The freshness of the air, the scurry of rabbits in the courtyard. At last, she was able to greet the day with a sense of gratitude, and that brought her the peace and contentment amid which she thrived. Turning onto a long, winding side road, she steered toward the trailhead, only to find a single motorcycle parked in the otherwise empty lot. Knowing without a doubt that she. And it would appear her first would be her own mother. How are you supposed to eat pussy? She thought about all the pornos she’d watched with some woman writhing around in pleasure while someone was busy between her thighs. She took a drag of her cigarette and blew the smoke down the deep valley between her tits, then paused to look at herself in the hallway mirror, flicked her tongue up and down on an imaginary clit, and smiled. She slowly walked into the kitchen, stark ass naked and took a.