A dozen? Twenty? He soon lost count of the torrent of cruel, expertly-placed strokes that reined down on the cheeks of his virgin arse. The wounds cri...s-crossed his buttocks, until they 'read' like a crazy airport radar picture. He gripped handfuls of the sofa's leather arm and thought of the Normandy landings. German machine fire coursing across the water as they waded ashore. Friends falling to left and right of him. And so the relentless 'enemy barrage' continued, until he was on the point. .' blah blah blah. OK, here: 'This Mighty Phallus of Nightmare, the Steed of the Apocalypse, will be bound to the mortal realm for 50 years. Should it ever go flaccid or should its potent seed ever touch anything but the flesh of a virgin, the world of man will be torn asunder. Not one soul will survive.'”“Eesh, talk about high maintenance,” Heather whined. Her breasts were the biggest of them all and they bounced with every word she said.“And that's coming from the girl who sucked off the. She was putty in my hands, her moans and heavy breathing telling me I was on the right track in the dark.Pulling her legs apart, I lowered my face towards her soaking pussy, running my tongue between her labia and teasing her clit. "No" pleaded Maria, "I can't take much more".I carried on regardless, each lick of that tiny clit making her gasp a little harder, until she gave an orgasmic yell, pulling my hair to yank my head away from her pulsing clitoris."Please" she begged when she finally got. I then hug his head again and make my way down his body, pushing him onto the ground. I raise his rear leg and check him out. He is several inches out of the sheath and that could be enough to get him inside, I know women who would settle for that. But not us. I want him really ready to enjoy my cunt from the first moment of passing my lips and sliding into my hole, which is already wet and needy. I am petting and stroking his fur and underbelly as I lower my face to his stomach. I lick his.