- Wider legs!
Another blow.
- Shire, I say!
She obediently spread her legs and bent even more strongly in the back, exposing her holes to meet him, hoping to feel his dick in one of them and, finally, to finish. He knew about her desire, and he liked that she was in such a state that she was ready for anything for the sake of his permission to finish. He ran his hand over his back, lower back and hot buttocks, on which he had just hit with a belt, in order to interrupt her fifth attempt to finish. Fingers slipped to the hole priests, massaged the entrance and went down to the slippery crack. Carefully lips caressing, two fingers dived into the vagina. She screamed and leaned back, trying to push them harder, but they immediately slipped out of her burning hole, preventing her from doing so. She trembled, and he raised his hand to his face and, sniffing wet fingers, quite smiled and went to her lying cheek on the floor of the head, put his hand to her nose and asked:
- Do you like the smell of my **** and?
She did not answer and tried to take them in her mouth.
“I like the girl, I like it,” he smiled, rubbing their lips and leaving grease on them. Then he began to stroke his shoulders and back, smoothly going down. The finger penetrated the already developed ass, pressed it onto the soft walls, making the bitch scream and squeeze it with his hole, and slipped out. Warm hands began to stroke her hips and back so gently that she moaned from every movement. He got up and lowered his shorts, remaining completely naked. His standing member was trembling, and his face was contented and mysterious.
- Well, girl, let's continue the lesson of obedience? - he asked. She tried to raise her head to answer, but he stepped on her face with her bare foot and crushed her cheek back to the floor.
“Don't fuss, they didn't tell you to get up,” he pressed on her cheek. - Stop, as you stand. Removing his leg, he went to the chair, turned it around and went back to his bare toy. All this he did slowly, more exciting and already on the verge of a bitch ...
Then he came up behind him, crouched and leaned the head of the penis against the pope, leaned forward a little and entered almost without resistance. He waited a little, without moving, dramatically pulled out and forced him into the vagina, from which the girl swam and screamed. Taking out a member, he said: "No, I will not fuck." A moment, and she felt a sharp pain and the crackle of breaking hair.
“Go to the chair,” he said, holding his hand over his hair, quickly rearranging a girl and legs on the floor. I got my booty on a chair and began to place it: “So, ass on the edge and legs wider so that the **** and opened. Wider, bitch, legs. " Going to the side, he began to mock her - then pinch, then the nipple unscrew, then the clitoris pin down.
- I like you like that. I like to feel you like this in my hands, I like your **** scent and trembling of your body.
The girl was completely goose bumps, the crotch was ready to explode from his words, and he felt it.
- Bitch! - She heard, and then - a burning stroke with a palm between her legs. The legs closed, hands covered pubis. Slap in the face.
- Sit down, as sat!
Another slap.
- I can not, I will finish now. You are welcome...
“Sit down, how you sat,” he repeated. - Spread your legs, take your hands.
She obeyed, her blurred eyes said that now she was in that state when one extra movement or word would blow her up, because she no longer controlled herself. He, too, was ready to finish right now, so much his baby turned him on ...
- Look what you do with me. My cock is going to burst.
She looked at the dick and opened her mouth.
- No, the nipple is not going to do it now.
He went to her front and said:
- Now you put your finger on the clitoris and at the expense of “one” move your finger to the left, and at the expense of “two” you will move your finger, pressing the clitoris, to the right. At the expense of "three" you will press your finger on the clitoris and shake your hand, but the word "stop" means stop. You stop doing something and take your hands off you, okay?
She nodded and put her hand to her pubis. His hand lay on his cheek and, stroking her lips with a thumb, he said
- Once ... two ... times ..., - having sustained a pause. - Two ... times ... three ... two ... three ...
She rolled her eyes ...
- Stop, bitch. Stop, girl. Yes, girl, clever docile.
His hands lay on her neck, she looked at him plaintively. He squeezed his neck, kissed her and said:
“Two ... three ...” he squeezed his hands harder. Two, bitch ... times ... two ... times ... two ...
She clamped his legs with her ...
- Three...
“Mmmmm,” his stomach bulged out ...
- Stop.
This time, in order to hold back, she clutched at his hips, and he only passed his throat harder, holding back her orgasm, and she froze ... Releasing his throat, he said: "Stop it."
“Ahhhhh,” she squeezed her legs with his legs and, squeezing her nails into his buttocks, began to splash his legs with a trickle with which she had finished. He could feel her energy, smell, fingers. I felt her legs compressing him, he felt her favorite ending body. He tried to restrain himself, but from excitement, the prostate self-willed tensed, forcing the member to twitch harder, and he could not stand it - splashes of hot sperm began to fall on her face and chest ...