She was wild to feel him inside her. He entered her, watching his cock disappear between her lips. He was lost in the sensation of burying his rod in ...er hot, wet fissure. Her internal muscles engulfed him completely in a snug velvet grip. He pulled back, and thrust back in. The friction sent sweet waves of delight through both of their bodies. Their moans were echoed by the couple on the screen. Lionel and Sondra could both see the man’s cock pumping into the woman. Sondra cried out at the. A fourth, a fifth, a tenth. I whimper with each strike. He stops.I catch my breath. I see him on my right side now. I shudder. It will be my front now. He draws his arm back and strikes, before I can close my eyes. I scream. My right breast is on fire. The crop hit the top of my mound. I cannot help it and look down, to see the angry red stripe, crossing the front of my breast. He pauses, to let it sink. I know the drill; nine more on my right breast; the last three on the sensitive areola and. As soon as we got back, I made sure I slathered more sunscreen on my body to fend off the certain burns that would come if I didn’t. I’d been religious about using it since we set foot on St. Martin.We got our lunches and everyone ate, and then all of us stretched out on blankets. I put mine in the shade and pulled my baseball cap down and put on my sunglasses. A nap would do just fine. I drifted off and slept for what my watch told me was an hour. Most of the girls were either sunning. ” I can feel his nails on my skin, and his voice becomes so deep it resonates through me. I can feel a hunger in him, a dangerous, predatory urge to take all of me, everything I am and ever will be. It is the feeling of power, uncontrolled and capable of almost anything. He runs his cold, pale finger down my jawline and strokes my lip with the pad of his thumb, smiling down at me. I feel my body reacting to his simple touch. I can feel the warmth of my breathing against his thumb as he strokes.