Forcing herself deeper onto the plastic shaft with every thrust. My hips press upwards, my thighs smeared with her juices as the scent of our fucking ...fills the room.“Stop, stop,” she whimpers.I relax, letting the girlcock slide out of her. Watching as she crawls off it.“Finish me doggie style,” she whispers, glancing over her shoulder as she gets on hands and kneels on the bed.As I roll over onto my knees, she presses her face against the sheets, her ass high in the air. Her juices smeared over. Both her hands were tucked into her lower belly and she seemed to be severely distracted.“Maybe that’s what I want,” she said as she shyly gripped the lower hem of her skirt, “Maybe I just want some guy to, well, try me out.”By this time she had tugged her skirt upward an inch or so. Ross couldn’t be sure, but he thought he saw a few tufts of hair peeking out from under her skirt.“I’d really like that,” she said, “You know? If someone would just, like, slide his hand up my skirt, or feel around. It was made from a heavy non-stretch satin, with a full taffeta lining that made a gorgeous swishing noise as I moved the dress side-to-side. It had a sweetheart neckline with little puff cap sleeves, and came down to just above the knee, with a centre split up the back. Around the waist was a fitted belt with a bow in the centre, all from the same slinky satin. I fell in love with the dress the moment I saw it.Over my many years of married life, shopping for clothes for my then wife never. "And that's just for swearing!" I reply. The blow has obviously stung as your buttocks begin to glow red where my hand landed. I raise my hand and bring it down on each buttock alternately, giving six strokes to each one. With each blow your buttocks contract to try to move away from my hand, though you refuse to cry out, burying your head in the pillow. However, as the spanking continues I notice that rather than just try to move your buttocks away from the blows, you are actually grinding.