"I opened my mouth and hungrily sucked him in, running my tongue over his veiny shaft, tasting his salty precum, suckling the head, swallowing as much...as I could.He pushed deeper, making me gag as he hit the back of my throat."Swallow slut!" He pushed deeper, slipping into my throat as I struggled to swallow more. He fucked my mouth deep and hard, raping my throat."That's a good slut," he grunted as he humped my face. "Take it like a good little girl."I could feel my juices running down my legs. So one day I was in the terrace on a call. She came there to take clothes which were hung to dry. There were many clothes. She was struggling as clothes kept falling on the ground from her hands. Whenever she bent to take them I used to watch those boobs.The dress she wore revealed most of her boobs as it was a deep neck kind of thing. Seeing her struggle, I gave a helping hand to her. She was telling me she can handle it but I didn’t pay any heed to her. So she started the conversation.A: How. "You're beautiful when you're asleep. You're beautiful awake too, of course. But you're so lovely when you're sleeping that I couldn't help watching you sleep." Nice answer," Aerie said. "I think you definitely get some brownie points for that. But I'm awake now ... as is something else." Uh, yeah, sorry about that," Sammy said. "I guess I just can't resist your sexy body." Normally I'd be happy to ride that cock for an hour or two but I'm still really sore from last night. Any more abuse and I. Again my arm draws back; I look down and see wet spots in the dirt as the tears stream from her face and fall. Another outburst erupts as her face draws into a grimace and Ed calls, “Four, Massa Hopkins.” I look back to her ass and see a crisscross of stripes forming. Again, and again the riding crop lands and a new welt springs up in its place. She is a mixture of sobbing and wailing while Ed continues to call the strokes. “Five, Massa, six, seven, eight, nine, Massa Hopkins. With my arm.