"You have to work for that my naughty boy."That is the first time I hear your voice. It is the voice of a woman who really wants to give it to me, and...show no mercy in the progress.I'm still panting and gasping from before but you're wasting no time to let your sweats slide down slowly- to make sure I get to see it all and don't miss a single moment.Now I don't care that I'm still exhausted I've got to fuck you. And fuck you hard. NOW!I'm getting closer to you with my dick and I am ready to do. She then sat on my cock guiding inside of herself, she started to ride me, and tapped my chest with the crop. She moaned “Oh fuck that feels good”. As she began she rode my cock slowly. This was the first time Janice had ever rode me or been on top. As she rode me she slowly increased her speed gradually. She told me not to cum until she said so. She started to moan loudly, looking up in the air, as she kept increasing her speed. Janice started to yell “Oh fuck yes, yes, yes, I am fucking. Now, at age thirteen, she was average. Soon she'd be short. At her last check up, her doctor said that she was not going to grow much more; an inch at most. Like her aunt, Katie was going to be a short woman. No more than five foot one.Katie saw there was no post-it on the door, so she went downstairs. As she walked down, she heard a woman's voice she didn't recognize. It had a vaguely European accent."You know, Heather dear, I have always been a fan of the good old fashioned riding crop. But I. It had never bothered him too much, but then again, no one had ever seen it except for his parents in the bath.Getting home, he stormed up the stairs to his room, slamming his door closed behind him and booted up his computer. Who knew, maybe some browsing or a game or two would take his mind off things. Once he had opened his browser, there was a knock on the door."Hey buddy, are you okay? Did something happen at the beach," his father asked through the closed door, his voice sounding.