She felt her own quim contract at the very thought of her masters name, idly she wondered what her reward would be. The obscene details that filled he... head encouraged her to rub her thighs together in appreciation.She dimly realised, through a curtain of desire, that the room was becoming light. How could it be dawn so soon, had she really gazed on at the fornicators for so very long? A shaft of sunlight crept between the window shade and the frame; its presence answered her question. She had!. They had no real idea of how to fight except “go straight and hit the other guy hard” all at once. So it was a mystery to you why they always acted surprised when you simply moved out of the way faster than they could hit or grab you and then hit them back.Their intimidating physique just made them a bigger, clunkier target. And its not like being muscular was the same as wearing armor, let alone good armor: they still had plenty of soft, vulnerable spots that even a practiced amateur could aim. Here she was, lying naked on her back with her legs spread open and a knob of ginger shoved up her backdoor. Between her thighs, her privates glistened with the fluids of her own arousal despite the pain from the earlier strokes of the cane. Even now, she struggled to push aside the feeling of emptiness and frustration that her body sought so desperately to fulfill.The leather crop came up, and she watched in slow motion as it came down, landing right between her legs and on top of her aching. It was 'bum-delicious', a grip tighter than his best double wrench. Saul wanted to cum in her arse, his cock needed to cum in her arse; he believed he was about to cum in Erica’s arse.Chastity had his pulsating pecker in hand. Just holding it for a second or two. What? She was waiting for Erica to turn around. Hell, three college girls all on their knees ready to receive a spray of cum, their communion of the hour, from a now ragingly erect but usually unseen trouser god.Chastity worked the.