” I plead, and you continue to slap me until I am wailing and writhing around, my hips rising up for something that is yet to come. You like what yo... do to me, it makes you feel like a great lover, and “that” you are, you are also a good person though, which hurts me more because it makes you more appealing to me. “Hurt me, I need it.” I whimper, and you know I mean it. Your hand is between my legs now and your fingers test my arousal. The slapping has done a fine job and already my pussy is. He began stroking my cock real fast and set his pace the same as he continued to pleasure me front and back. I felt my cock twitch and said I am coming. He sped up and began firing a warm load of cum into my ass and it felt so good. I was so turned on. I enjoyed shooting all that cum all over my bed but then realized we never put a sheet back on it. I felt him withdraw and was going to yell not to let it spill on the matress and then realized he had the towel under my ass to catch it. he must. ‘We don’t have a window on the right side of our bedroom,’ I thought to myself in between the ear-splitting tones. ‘Do we?’I doubted myself until my eyes widened and took in the familiar walls of my old farmhouse bedroom.‘Oh ... Dad’s place...,’ I finally realized, as the phone continued ringing and my heavy eyes began darting frantically for the source. On my stomach, I began throwing my arm over the side of the bed toward the sound coming from the floor, blindly fishing for my Nokia.I found. He was sleeping when he woke up hearing Lola screaming. But this screaming wasn't like yelling, it was more like fear. He decided to investigate and what he saw was his mistress tied up and with her nude pussy right in front of him. Even being a dog he knew what that was, he had often been present while Lola was screwing some guy. He did know that it was a place that made you feel good. Lola saw Tarzan approaching and reaching between her legs. She saw him sniffing her sex and what came next.