” I lift my ass a little more, as much as I can, so I bend your cock a little with me. You groan and grab my hips hard enough to bruise, your finger... digging into my skin, and fuck me with sharp thrusts. Wet sounds mix with our moans and groans and fill the room. It smells like sex. You can't help but slap my ass. Your palm colliding with one cheek and then the other as you keep thrusting in and almost out, fucking my little pussy harder, deeper, faster. Thrusting and slapping and grabbing at. She then released my hands and legs and ordered me to be all fours on the floor like a dog. I immediately got on all fours and she brought a whipping stick and thrashed my ass nicely. I was crying in pain but she didn’t leave me. Then she dragged me by the hair to the bathroom and made me lie on the bathroom floor and asked me to open my mouth. She then pissed into my mouth and then all over my body and asked me to clean her pussy. She then asked me to wash my body and come back. I cleaned my. I had asked her if she wanted to touch me. Her face had reddened and her nipples had poked through the thin little button down top she had on. She finally said “Yes, but can I do it the way I read in one of my Mom’s books?” Minutes later she brought me a book. Well used would be a kind description of its condition. Some pages seemed to not want to come apart. It was the story of a man that was captured by Amazons and used for breeding.“You would feel more comfortable if you tied me up and you. I noticed that even with her hands on my head, she managed not to lean back. So, I knew she had some strong desires, regardless of why they were there.I kept it as slow as possible, but yet, she seemed to melt. Her juice kept coming out rather swiftly, but not too much for me to handle. She seemed to keep it simple for me also, as she didn't have significant demands for me; even though we both saw the same Mommy's Girl scenes, she didn't need the sex is be that wonderful.After three gratifying.