Oh my god, her pussy was perfect, It is what I had expected, an Indian cunt to feel like. wet, warm, tight. I started to get into a good rhythm and ...he would pump her hips upward to meet every thrust of my hips, she looked into my eyes and I swear I could see her soul as she spoke to me in her native tongue and smiled. I reached under her and grabbed onto her middle aged ass and continud to feed my cock what it had wanted for years, a hairy hot Black lipped Indian pussy. My strokes began to. Teasingly you move your hands over her mound, just one finger touching, light as a feather. Her body tenses and strains, trying to move closer to bring herself more pleasure. You quickly smack her square on her pussy, and hard. As her yelp subsides you say ‘You know better then to move when my hands are on you slut! You will be punished for that later.’ A quiet moan escapes her lips as she regrets her movements. Roughly you push the dildo into her ass. You had planned on playing with her more. ." What?!" Get out. With that attitude, there is no way I am going to even consider buying you a bathing suit ... or maybe even taking you to St. Barts!"Everyone who was anyone was going to St. Barts over winter vacation. Thanksgiving was spent either at home, country homes, etc. The clique's families saved the islands and other countries for the longer vacations."Fine ... I'm leaving ... you don't have to make me..."Emma dropped down on the chaise. She winced as the door slammed open, and a. Wiping the tears from my eyes I look at my father. " Do you wish I was dead?" I asked. His answer was a slap across the face. A hard blow and a stinging left cheek was all that was needed. " I love you too dad" I said with a smile. If I never see him again I just wanted him to know that. I walk down the street with a guitar on my back and five dollars in my pocket. It's been raining hard for almost four days.Though i have no where to go and I'm soaked from head to toe I, still can't help but.