Several times, in doing this M, tore me some moans but the pain had the desired effect as my mistress could verify by passing her hand between my legs...to gauge the hardness of my penis. Following the session, M untied me and dragged me by the end of my penis in front of a mirror in which, turning around at his command, I could see that they were streaked and scarlet. A mingled pain of pleasure radiated my nipples, the tip of my penis, my buttocks .... I loved that M marks me and its imprint.. All parts of her body from the neck down were tensing up on edge waiting for a release that held back somehow. She was feeling a building desperation now to come like her life depended on it. The cymbals were crashing again and she was feeling them punctuated by sharper and sharper shocks that still didn’t bring release. She was being tormented. The squid knew exactly how to keep her from reaching release. She wondered how many calculations a second it was doing to stay ahead of her. Just as. As his cock head entered me, I moaned silently, biting my lower lip.Holding my waist, Bradley started pushing his thickness into my very wet snatch. After a few pumps he managed to get inside me half of that huge thick cock…I felt him hurt because he was really huge; but I begged him crying not to stop. Hearing this, Bradley pushed further and got a little rough when my tight cunt offered some resistance; making me whimper in pain and cry in pleasure. I begged him to fuck me harder…His hips. “Shall we get started?” She asked “I’d love to.” I told her. After sitting down on the couch, mom decided to sit down on my lap and rap us in the blanket. “I thought this would be more comfy, and someone seems to agree with me.” She said as my penis started to swell against her butt cheeks. I put my hands on her waists, mom grabbed the remote and pressed play. When the sponsors came up, mom didn’t say anything. I thought she must still not know. However, once the first scene came on and it was.