? What does she want? How would Marc fucking me get back at me?"Jane your serious? Why?” he laughs again but this time you can tell it’s forced �...�what will you get out of this?"Cause I know what your little fantasy is and I’m giving you a chance to play it out without any comebacks"I try to listen but Marc doesn’t reply"Come on babe you get what you want and I get what I want, and if she tries to tell anyone you ****d her I will tell everyone she's lying"I freeze my breath catching in my chest,. .and she always drained the last drop of dick snot from their spent peckers...and few were able to walk properly after the event...and wound up propped against the wall, quivering with the side effects of the divine trauma.----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Sandra held her cigarette carefully between two fingers...looking with amusement at the local male inhabitants of the nitty gritty bar she had. I traced my fingers up her right thigh, only this time, my intent was not to tease, but to please. I used the back of my hand to brush upwards to the top of her labia, then put my long finger into my mouth, lubricating it well, used it to part her pussy lips, running it gently down next to, but not quite touching, her clitoris, down to her cunt, and tracing the entry to her vagina, barely inserting the tip of my finger inside.Once I reached the bottom of the opening of her vagina, I flipped my. Julie’s head came up from the floor and she emitted a loud “Ooowwweeeee. No more, I’m sorry.” Two very white imprints of the brush were in the center of both red globes. The girl couldn’t fathom the pain she was enduring. She howled out her discomfort but the only understandable word was “Puhleeeese.” Finally the hairbrush part of Julie’s spanking was over, but that didn’t mean the noise was. After some very prolonged crying and shaking, Julie eventually regained some measure of composure. .