This is the attraction,The obsessionOf the torso,Which makes all else--Eyes, nose, mouth,Face, limbs,Head, brain--Superfluous.The torso is magnificent...It magnifiesBy elimination.Are not the breasts,Belly,Cunt or cockWith balls,ButtocksAnd anusEnough?They arePlenty,Essence and core,Heart and soul.Nipples are holy.Areola haloesSurround like moatsThese tiny towersOf femininityAtop the hillsOf snowy breasts.The smooth, gentle slopeDown to the rising knollOf the forested pubesLeads my eye and. "So let it be like that then!" saying that I brought the thick cane on his ass with a greater intensity. It made a loud striking sound. Tushar vibrated in pain. "I think this is enough to make you learn, isn't it babe?" I was playing with his mind."I deserve more, Mistress." Tushar was heading exactly where I wanted him to. I brought it hard again on his ass. "I couldn't hear you?" I shouted."More" Tushar shouted in with the same pitch. I brought the cane again on his ass with him saying it. "Oooh yeah fuck me baby." Ryan pumped faster. Marsha took a more assertive tone, "You better not stop. You better not stop until you cum." Ryan's dick was drenched in pussy juice, sliding in and out hard and fast. "You better fuck me you skinny mutherfucker," Marsha barked "You stop I'm gonna kick your ass." Ryan was pumping the shit out of her when suddenly Marsha froze, let out a deep moan and said "Uhhhh God." Ryan ignored her and kept thrusting. He pounded her for about another forty-five. The bra offered some support, but barely any cover for her enormous breasts, leaving half of her pink pebbly aureole exposed at the top. She wore a black mini-skirt that carefully followed her ample curves without being stretched out of shape.She put her hands on mine that were still on her hips and used them to hike her skirt up a few inches. Red panties completed the outfit, so sheer that even the light blonde hair of her pussy showed through the fabric. As my eyes took in her magnificent.