Her eyes opened wide and I squeezed my shaft, making the head swell even more. I walked to my desk and opened a drawer. I took out a leather razor str...op about eighteen inches long. Back behind Lisa, I gave her a hard stroke, eliciting a real yelp of pain. I quickly gave her a dozen strokes on each cheek. Between her knees I could see her tits jiggling, her nipples dark with blood and rock hard. Leaving her sobbing, I went to the back door and reached around the jamb. I grabbed a small branch. She whimpered as she sensed her loss, and would have climbed off him when he was through. But he seized her arms."Stay on me! Please, Denise!" he begged, anxious to redeem himself in her eyes. He concentrated on the very things which had been his undoing. The smell and taste of her; the sight of her; the feel of her wrapped around his cock, her cunt a living, breathing symbol of her delicious womanliness!His prick stiffened as he stared at the quivering mounds of her tits. Her swollen nipples. Which I did but instead of biting it I sucked it, she stopped me and said don’t bite my neck as it can easily be seen, if you want you can bite my hands, I said your hand don’t have so many muscles , I said I will bite your shoulders, which she object first but then accepted, she was also now turned on I was biting less and sucking more, even lower my mouth and bit near her nipple on her boobsWe both were turned on, I was continuously biting and sucking her shoulders and above her. Shweta took his lower lip in her mouth and started sucking it lovingly. Prakash took her upper lip in his mouth and started sucking it. He continued to give small pushes. He was gliding in and out smoothly in her slippery passage. The pressure started building up inside him. Shweta used to give upper thrust some time; that added pleasure and pressure both in him. He stopped moving, pushed his tongue in her mouth. He started caressing Shweta all over her body.He stopped kissing and sucking;.