Okay. Oh, God. Okay.” She groaned through her teeth, anticipating what was coming.He wished it had been an actual whip so that he could snap it into...the air and make that crashing sound. But this was all he had.Her reddened ass was squirming. Her feet were stomping. She was panting.Then lightning struck her ass, and she yelped a loud, sudden cry. She was ready to fall to the ground, but he was holding her.“You okay, Carla?” he asked.She gave out a weak and muffled, “Yes,” as her body continued. She still couldn't believe some of the things she'd found inside that box. It still brought thoughts to her head of the tape she'd watched, in which her parents were fucking, and enjoying it! She still found it hard to believe that she hadn't known this about her parents, but then again, she had been a bit younger when they'd been killed in that accident all those many, many years ago.Going to the bathroom she took a quick shower, changed into clean underwear and put on the little bit of makeup. I let out a huge sigh as when he couldn’t go any further and he cock pushed right onto my g-spot. John then began to slide his cock back out but stopped just before it exited my hole and then pushed it all the way back in again. He began to pump my arse slow at first with nice steady strokes but began to pump faster and harder as time went on. Soon enough John was ramming his cock into me hard and fast, holding onto my legs to get support he continued to pound my arse. His cock felt so good. It was early in Hawaii and I arrived when the swell, powered by a massive storm in the north Pacific, began to stack up on the beach. Huge curls were crashing in long rows. The surf kept building. I couldn't help myself. Ignoring the dangers I followed a couple of locals out into the fifteen footers and started ripping. Since it was a Saturday, I pulled my corporeal body along and it was really me powering through the North Shore pipeline. I rode wave after wave as the swell continued to build..