” Hooper went back outside, and Sarah Jane busied herself in the kitchen. “Honey?” Danny said. “What?” “Are we OK?” “Yes, Da...nny, I'm so sorry. I feel like a fool. This has all been pretty stressful. I over-reacted,” Chris said. “Come here, baby,” Danny said, patting the sofa next to him. Chris sat down next to her husband and took his hand in hers. “Ow! Damn, my hands and face are still so sore.” “Oh honey, I didn't mean to hurt you. I got some lotion for your stings. . AAAAH." She hears me hiss my disapproval at her noise and clamps her mouth shut, desperate for some relief from my rough touch. With one hand still pressing her face to the wall, I begin to squeeze her breasts, building in intensity as I move from one to the other. She is shaking with the struggle to stay quiet and remain still. I merciless pinch and pull her nipples, crushing her sensitive globes in my strong hands. She is moaning loudly behind her pursed lips as she endures my rough touch.. It was fun for a while, but eventually I left her, because when it came to sex on the ground, or anything on the ground, she started acting very bored. The only good thing about it is, when we had our break-up and she started throwing stuff out of the window, I could catch it.After that, I went through a slutty period. I've found that along with all the romance, being drunk got girls used to flying. But of course, being that I am not the type of guy who gets girls drunk to have sex with them, I. Not enough to harm her, but enough to hurt her, to make an impression, and best of all, to help her learn her lesson. Her legs snapped shut for just a microsecond. ?That was bad, you’ll need to be punished for that. Try harder now. There are only ten more?He slapped her just a little harder, on her now red and swollen pussy, but she managed to only moan, and to even remember to thank him, but number seven caught her again, followed by eight, nine, and every single slap from eleven and up. She.