Punishing her for moving by making her scream and shake without relief, without his fingertips curling deep.Her hands were locked in her hair, yanking...and tugging until she saw stars. She desperately needed to touch, to feel—to play—but she knew she’d not earned that privilege. His voice turned to a velvet purr, “Good girl…” She moaned out her pleasure at the simple words of praise, arching against his fingers—willing herself to behave. Her voice cracked and tumbled out as a low whine as she. Then it hit me. My sister had her 'special' salad dressing. It was some kind of cheesy ranch. She had a fit if anyone else tried to use it. I looked in the door shelves and found the bottle. It was pretty full. I guess she had just gotten it recently. I opened the top. The dressing was white and creamy and only the about 1 inch down from the top. Then I got an idea. My mind was a buzz. Could I really do it? Would I really go through with it?I took the bottle with me back to my room. I. Sorry, Mistress. You’re not actually Dick’s daughter, not by blood, that is. You’re the biological offspring of one Keith Mackenzie, Esquire. It wasn’t planned that way. It just ... happened. In a devil’s threesome with both glorious men! It wasn’t until later that we found out that Dick was shooting the proverbial blanks.“Yes, that’s right. Your legal father is sterile as fuck. You don’t need to worry about him breeding any of us. Just thought I’d clear that up while I had the chance.. 5 inch mote lund pe chal rahe thi usvvo ahhh uhhhhh kar rhi thiUske baad meine usko apna lund xhusne ko kah pehle to vo mana krne lggi lekin baad me raaji ho gyi chusne ke liye uske baad hm 69 ki pos me aa gye aur me uski chut ko chaatne lgga uski chut pinkish colur ki thi halke halke baal the mujhe bohat maza aaraha tha kuch der baad vo akadne lggi aur jhad gayi me uska saara ras pe gya aur uske baad vo kehne lggi ab nhi rha jaata chod daalo faad do meri choot meine uski bed pe taange failyi.