"Mike hasn't been using you right has he slut?" Marlon said."No sir" I replied as he slapped my arse once more. "You need this don't you?" He asked as... his voice began rising."Yes sir I do!" I shouted as another almighty slap hit my arse.I could feel my pussy soaking again by this point. My pussy had been so wet these last few days with Marlon around, I'd played with myself and made myself cum more than Mike had in our entire relationship. And now here I was a dripping mess again being spanked. An officer had exited the second police car and, using the Vauxhall as a shield, crept around its side. Meanwhile, the first man, who had dropped to the ground, reached for the pistol he had dropped. Suddenly there was a high-pitched zinging sound and the man on the passenger side screamed and dropped, hit with taser darts, while the cop from the first car shouted, “Freeze! You make a move for that gun, you’re dead!”He lay still; Thompson looked out of the closed window.“Olympus, tell Unit 34. Meri to jaan nikli thi nikal do use nikal do kahate rone chillane lagi phir vohi khel khelaChuchiyo ko pakad kar bade jor jorse dabane lage par land nahi nikala phir usne kandhose pakad kar land ko jorse dabaya mai chikh uthi par usne kas kas kar dhakke par dhakke marte hi rahe dhakko ki rafatar ke saath ki land pura chutme sama chukka tha vo chodne lage thode thode antar ke bich dhakke dhakke marate rahe meri chut me se pani nlkalne laga phir bhi vo chodte rahe maja milane lagi ab vo pura josh. Authentizität, dachte sie, waren Blätter, Bäume, war Naturlyrik authentisch.Sie kratzte sich am Kopf. Ihre langen brünetten Haare wallten. Sie war eine Schönheit, weiblich, kurvig. Nicht dünn, nicht beleibt, etwas Südländisches meldete sich in ihren feurigen braunen Augen, etwas Romanisches in ihrem grazilen schönen Engelsgesicht, etwas Nordisches in der kämpferischen Stirn, die glatt aber vorwitzig einen gewitzten Geist versprach. Sie hatte lange schöne Beine, einen festen runden Po, saß in.