..cry. I never cry...Never! I know people say I'm some sort of 'new age' guy for having passion for my music and writing, but you know I'm not into to...chy-feely bullshit. The riskier the assignment the more I loved it. You're still mad at me for almost getting frost-bite doing that Sherpa piece at Everest last year" 'That's true' Raquel thought and nodded, 'Stephen could have really screwed up his guitar career.'Tears were now shimmering in her eyes, magnifying the spellbinding effect of the. Time to continue discipline.I am still amazed by eagerness of Flora, especially for proper pussy punishment.Sanne does get her pussy punishment, moderated by my warning to take care.I don't want Flora to hit Sanne's clit off by hard slaps, as she can handle at her ass.I finally give Flora my permission for one strong smack by Sanne's big black belt!Sanne gets back, to tell that one hit is harder to handle than all dozens at her ass.In my honest opinion we are about halfway through now. Two. I grabbed her and planted a long one to her lips and kissed the cum she didn’t swallow, out her mouth. Her pussy as dripping and I couldn’t resist. I asked her to put her pussy over my face. She put her right foot on the side of me, bent over and played with her pussy. The wet wet pussy did not disappoint, and her juice was thick and creamy. It was enough to take a few swallows from her cunt. When she was cumming, there was so much pussy juice until it dripped all over my face. I rubbed it into. He stood over me, his dick poised above my hole and slid in… probably quicker than he meant to and I gasped. He pulled back but I pushed my ass up and kept him in and he quickly repositioned himself above me so he could slide in and out without holding onto me. This felt different, I could feel him deeper in me and this position seemed to energize him and he picked up the pace, fucking me with short bursts of motion for a bit and then driving all the way in. I could feel his sweat falling on.