Maybe it's too much for her? I pull back slightly but she doesn't let go, in fact she sucks harder and pulls me forward again. My dick is slipping tha... far down her throat I'm worried I might suffocate her but with my desire winning out, I just don't care. I fuck her mouth like there's no tomorrow and feel my orgasm begin. My breathing is rapid and every thrust has a moan sighing from my throat. With a heat from deep within me, I shoot my load down her throat. "Fucking hell, Leah," I gasp,. It had finger cut outs for a better grip. It also had “Old Sparky” written on one side and “OUCH” on the other. It was an object that…to this day…puts fear in my body and soul. It is rumored to have “given adjustment” to hundreds of young disrespectful bottoms!!! It is legendary.My young bottom: Well, what can I say! It was soft, tender, and covered by a thin pair of panties when getting swatted!!! It paid the price for all my misdoings! My booty was the frequent target of spankings all through. Her nipples making points in the delicate fabric. She seemed to never miss a chance to twist at the hip for this reason or that, and her high heel straps needed her ‘bent over at the waist’ attention with mysterious frequency. A dreary Chicago winter night was just outside the airport windows, but Barbi was a walking paradise. Men’s necks nearly put out of place as their eyes latched onto my walking Goddess.The moment I settled into the plane’s bucket seat I was comatose. Opening my eyelids. I grew up in a pretty normal house. My parents divorced when I was eleven and my mom moved my sister and me across the state to start over. My sister and I had a completely normal c***dhood and grew up to be normal adults. When I was around 22, I discovered an i****t themed chat room and began discussing it with others. It was mostly mother and son or father and daughter but what really got me going was all the brother and sister stories. This experience led me to find more i****t chat rooms.