She rubbed me back and forth across her opening to get me lubricated. She started to sit herself but stopped to ask. "Can I sit now?" Honey, most of t...e time I'll help you decide. At times like this just think what I want without asking. What I want is to make you happy. Now make me happy if you're ready."She did smile but she was worried. She knew all about being quick against the benefits of going slow. My growth spurts were in the future and I was far from being big. I could joke about my. Soon he was burying his muzzle into my sloppy cunt and growling as his tongue snaked as deep into my insides as anything else has ever gotten. My pussy was getting wetter and he would get more into eating it. His tongue would shoot into me and cause my pussy to clamp down just as his tongue retreated, dragging back out of my tightly clamped pussy, sending me into a thrashing screaming orgasm. Just as I started to come down from the most mind blowing orgasm of my life he started to pull away. I. I was so high I didn't know how to act. She was slumped down on the sofa, her legs were stretched out and her feet were on the coffee table. Her long dark brown hair a mess. She had changed out of her party clothes. Her tight white cami barely holding in her large boobs. A pair of PINK booty shorts and white ankle socks completed her outfit. Her big brown eyes were looking up at me with an impish expression.Some sense came to me and I tried to call her bluff. "Be careful what you wish for...". There was a loud crack, like the sound of a small-caliber firearm, and almost simultaneously, Rachel squealed, as much in surprise as in pain. As I removed my palm, I saw a white imprint, which quickly turned an angry, dark pink.I repeated my demand. And each time she reached my name, another blow fell, slightly more forceful than the previous one. With each slap she squealed and whimpered, her body trembling, her breath growing deeper and more ragged.As we approached the 15th stroke, my hand.