I begged him again to fuck me with no mercy at all.He made me bend over the table, in front of his friends. Gunther pulled my skirt up and he slapped ...y bare buttocks very hard, making me whimper.I did not care about his friends witnessing everything; I just wanted to be fucked hard, used and abused by my Austrian man; I wanted to be his bitch.But suddenly, Gunther stepped back and one of his friends grabbed my hips firmly. In just one hard push, this lucky bastard was deep inside of me.I cried. Unfortunately, it didn’t take his father long to find out that Scrotum was a terrible pirate. He passed out at the sight of his own blood, he couldn’t run due to his asthma, and he couldn’t handle alcohol. On his first and only raid, Scrotum had ended up accidentally shooting his father and captain. Adding a failure, to James Ricardo Ginola’s otherwise list of impressive strikes. It had been a real bad day! Not only had he failed to impress his father during the raid, but on the way back to the. I played with her boobs and soaped them up like all men like to. She had big boobs and they looked magnificent. After the shower we got out and had hardly dried before diving on her bed. Immediately my hands were everywhere. I loved what I felt and so did she. Out tongues continued to dance and I slowly kissed my way down her body. I started sucking and kneading her nipples. She had these enormous areolae which I also loved licking round. She was so sexy and was loving it. I then started. Spinning. Waiting. Nothing.The ripples from the surge were gone, absorbed back into the ocean’s bed. Better When Wet returned to its motionless float. Val cautiously leaned further over the side to inspect for damage. Not even a smudge.She twisted and slid to sit.With her back leaning against a rail post, she clasped her hands loosely in her lap, shoulders slumped, legs stretched out to either side to form a V. Her mind tried to process the supposed event, but the thoughts of it were swallowed.