She moans like a harlot as I flog her unexpectedly.Pinching her ass harshly,Burning her thick butt with hot candle wax,And watching it caramelize with...ice cold water,For she is my concubine that desperately beseeches Getting a gigantic flesh pole rammed straight up her ass!The clothespin on her swollen clit, Compels her to howl in pain,But I will show her no mercy!The bobby pin I rhythmically poke her splendid tits with, Renders her bawling in agony,Yet I demonstrate no leniency! The coarse. I quickly follow.Inside, the music blares so loud that conversation becomes impossible. I don't know what to do so I just follow Vickie. We eventually make it to the kitchen, where she immediately grabs a glass, dunks it in the punch bowl and downs the whole thing.“Damnit! It's not even spiked!” She shouts over the music.“Sorry chick, we only drink it straight here,” shouts a guy sitting on a nearby countertop. “None of that weak-ass watered down shit.” He hands her a beer can.She pulls out her. With a ever smirking Tim seated between Veronica and her mother. As soon as the lights lowered Bionca felt Tim's hand grab her thigh. She assumed he was giving her support in case she was to be scared. Bionca reached down and lightly placed her hand on Tim's to show her appreciation. As the ride jerked to life she was surprised to feel his hand slap directly against her pussy. Her hands were glued to the hand rails as the seats were being tossed about to the horrific images in high definition.. My tool became hard. I got up and moved behind her. Slowly I put my hands on her shoulders and started caressing her. I could see that she was enjoying my hand on her shoulders. Then I took one step further. I touched her arms with my palms and at the same time sides of her breasts with the fingers. She protested slightly. But I kept my hands firmly on position. In spite of her protest, I pressed my fingers on the rounds. She stopped opposing and calmed down.For some time, I moved my hand on.