The next two were a little softer, “nine, sir. Ten, sir.” He must have been playing with me, because the next one came down on my red ass with a l...ud whack. “Eleven, sir,” both of my feet were kicking. Whack! “Twelve, sir!” Without thinking, I placed my hand over my burning ass. “Hands to your side!” my father shouted at me. I quickly brought them back down as he pushed me up closer to him. Whack! “Thirteen, sir!” I shouted tears streaming down my face. Whack! “Fourteen, sir!” The next one came. Her eyes widened."Look what you did, bitch. Now you're getting fucked again." "Kol! Wait!" He picked her up and slammed her face-up onto the kitchen table. Yanking her butt to the table's edge with a grip on both her ankles, the muscular MMA fighter held her legs and pounded her cunt just like that, a merciless assault of hard fucks that achieved maximum penetration given his height and the height of the table. "Oh my god. You're going to fuck me to death," she squealed."Kiss me, bitch. Kiss me. The suction sets off another orgasm, and I rock and buck my hips higher, grinding into your mouth. You growl and drive your tongue deep, flicking over each side. Then you stand up quickly, your hands moving to release both of my ankles, grasping them in your strong hands, and pushing my legs up as you climb onto the table, kneeling between my wide open thighs. "Oh fuck yes," you breath, and begin to rub your cock between my pussy lips. You press the thick throbbing head against my far too. ”With that he stepped back from me and my wondering eyes beheld with fear, as he undid the thick belt around his waist and folded it over. When I blinked again, I saw his belt shrink and it was only a little more than a couple of finger widths and maybe a foot and a half long. He then d**g the soft leather across my hyper sensitive flesh and it reminded me of velvet, so soft. “You are going to like this, my c***d. You are going to like this a lot,” he breathed into my ear and I.