Are you a filthy slut?" He asks as he shoves himself even deeper inside of my mouth. "Say it, tell me what a dirty slut you are, tell me how much you love my dick in your mouth." He pulls my hair hard, forcing me to look up at him. "I am a dirty slut, I love having your hard cock in my mouth!" I cry out. I am a dirty slut and I want it so bad!" I scream a little as he starts to shove himself inside of me. Should I cum inside of such a filthy little slut?" He slaps my ass again as he stops choking me.
As Consuelo sat down on the toilet that morning, she put one hand under her massive belly for support and the other down between her legs. Why would Marko get involved with such a plain-looking, simple-minded girl like Lupe? Later that day, as Consuelo was cleaning one of the upstairs bathrooms, she heard Spanish voices coming from behind a closed door. So it wasn't long before Consuelo's smelly cunt was hosting yet another rock hard cock, as the good doctor fucked her from behind harder than anyone else had. The doctor began to moan and Consuelo got excited, but as he shot his load deep into her, her water broke, flooding out over his cock and drenching the table.
other times I knew she had been playing with her clit as I would come home and feel her and find my hand "extra" wet and a smell of herself on her finger and lips... I was totally sunk deep inside my lover, cock head pressing against her womb, and she was squeezing her vaginal muscles like a milking machine, trying to urge all of my cum out of me. As I gained a little composure I pulled back slightly, moved her so she was on her back, and kissed her open lips, sucking her tongue, holding her tightly until I could feel her breathing return to normal.
"Ask me to suck your pussy harder," He said and went back to sucking and chewing on my clit. "Fucking harder," I said, more because I needed this to be fierce. "Harder?" He asked as he pulled out his fingers and slipped his thick, hard cock into me again. Remembering the sheer length and girth of him, still feeling him all over me, and all through me; seeing the vision of my wet, red and swollen pussy in combination with all of the little trophies earned through his bites and swats, I felt the fluid inside of me mount up, my toes curled. I held my breath and clenched my pussy tighter as I rubbed harder on my aching clit.
As I pull the tank top over my head, my kitten bell responds with a little jingle, jingle. As I bob my head against him, I hear my kitten bell jingle jingle and a little smile comes to my lips. He puts one hand to the back of my head and pets me gently as I continue stroking and sucking his cock. "Trust me, Kitten," he says again as he grabs both breasts and begins kneading them harder than ever while kissing and nipping my neck. Across both cheeks, I could feel the tears in my eyes as each time he spanks me, my kitten bell jingle jingles.
There have been whispers that I administer strict discipline in my office, spanking or maybe more, and even rumors that girls have sucked my cock or done other sexual favors under penalty of expulsion and blackmail. You are told to stand before me, and you slightly bow your head as I tell you what a bad girl you are, and go through the report, line by line, telling you how you need strict discipline to improve. You love being spanked, and the idea gets you wet, with throbbing pussy lips, feeling ready for sex in any form. I slowly raise your skirt to reveal your bare bottom, and tell you that you are a VERY bad girl to have no panties on!
Taking his time Stephen looked her up and down, taking in the soft curves of her body encased in the armour of her city suit. You of all people should know how important it is to pick up a client like the Johnstone Company." Penelope had her eyes firmly fixed on the floor. Eventually, Penelope forced the words out, saying, in a small voice, "Please Stephen, I deserve to be spanked." Stephen spoke slowly and clearly, knowing that each word would work it's different magic on them both. In turn Penelope ground her hips back at him; slipping her fingers back, groping for, and finding, his hard cock. Stephen and Penelope collapsed onto the desk, laughing, gasping, released at last.
"Care to explain why you were late getting to bed, young man?" She's only a couple of years older than me, but whenever she uses that tone of voice the gap seems to magically widen until I feel like a naughty little boy getting caught with his hand in the cookie jar, and that I had better have a good reason for it being there. "Now," she says with a sigh, sliding back on the bed, "I'm already in bed, and waving that heavy bathbrush around for twenty minutes sounds like sweaty work, so we can at least deal with that part tomorrow, but," she raises her hips, her hands sliding her shift up her legs until her lacy red panties come back into view, "If you think you can 'talk' some leniency into me, you've got 45 minutes until lights out."