Mujhe sex ke bare me jyada pata nahi tha mujhe laga bua kya eh dirty kam kara rahi hai mujhse maine bua se bola bua kuch aur kara lo mujhe bahut ghhin...aa rahi mai mutt wali jagh pe apne muh ko nahi dalu gaa abhi maine itna bola hi tha ki,bua ne mujhe galiya dena sur ka diya sale randi ke aulad maderchod harami nahi kare gaa to abhi jaa ke teri randi maa se bolti hu mai bilkul darr gya tha bua ke galiyon se mai turant bua ke bur ko chatne laga aur bua ne mere sar ko apne pairo me jakar liya aur. Startled, she whirled around, trying her best to cover herself. She felt her daddy’s eyes on her naked body and tried to squeeze past him to leave. Grabbing her arm, “Not so fast missy, let’s see what kinda woman you’re turning in to”, and with that, ripped the towel off of Maggie. She stood trembling, trying to cover her breasts and pussy. She knew her daddy had a hot temper and would slap her silly in a second if she disobeyed. “Stand up there girl, move them arms to your side so your daddy. She thrashed her head back and forth, and fought the confinements of her bonds, to no avail. The lesson continued until Carol hung limp in the ropes, and the insides of both thighs were criss-crossed with red marks. Such was the expertise of the older man, though, that she was still conscious and fearful, awaiting the next "lesson". Carol's thighs seemed to be on fire. She gasped as the older man, Ray, stroked the heated flesh gently. "You see, Charles, all the nerves are awake now. She thinks. Horribly juvenile and stupid, but fun.“I think,” Triss said, coming up behind Jen, and hugging her in the same way Jen had hugged her before, “we should try that with you and Superman.” She leaned in closer, pressing her piercings into Jen’s back as she clutched her tight, hands cupping her breasts.“Which part, the dancing or tit fucking?” Jen turned her head enough to give Triss access to her neck, and Triss responded appropriately, kissing the woman’s skin as she massaged her body. She was.