It hurts. I cant take it’. ‘You will take as much as I choose to give you bitch. You are my slave. The more you moan, the longer this will go on �...� now shut it’ The spanking seemed to go on forever. His hands were hard and seemed to zero in on her most painful spots. She could feel the heat as her ass got redder and redder. He was making sure he hit her arsehole, her wet cunt. It hurt but she was still wet, still so turned on. She had lost count of the time she had begged him to stop. It only. Neither of the bedrooms in my apartment has a lock on the door and the rule at my parties was that a closed bedroom door means stay the fuck out. I turned and saw Mike standing there and watching. He gave a little half wave and said, "Sorry man, I didn't know anyone was in here" and then he backed out and closed the door. I felt myself getting ready to come and I debated slowing down to make it last or to get it done, get hard again and go for seconds. Greed won out, I blew my nuts and then I. I attribute it to the abundance of body contact and the quite revealing posture when seated opposed to each other.I lost the rest of my garments on the way to the bathroom and we immersed ourselves in hot water. Well aware of the effect, she parted her legs as far as the confined space of the bath tub allowed. There she sat: Facial expression tense from arousal, her full breasts lifting in and out of the water at the pace of her heavy breath, and both sets of lips hospitably opened.The desire. Suddenly she called my name and asked what are you looking at, I sand nothing and went to my room and masturbated and had lot of cum and was satisfied, after few days I quit job and was preparing for my exams and we both got close in 3months. 1day she called me home for dinner to to give treat as she opened new beauty parlour and I was there at her house at 8pm.After informing my parents as they don’t mind coz I will be in kavitha aunty home only. While generally speaking I asked her is there.