You toss my head forward releasing my hair and you slap and grip my ass. Spreading my ass you slip your dick into my wet pussy. Place your hands on my... waist and start stroking. My pussy is so wet you slip out before you can really get going. You get it in there and get it good. You stroke slowly then you speed it up. And the faster you go the harder you pound my pussy. My ass is clappin. Your balls are smacking my clit. One of your hands slides up my back and wraps around my throat. You're. They still had plenty of soccer left to play before they got locked into a specific position or even being labeled defense or offense, so we didn't take anything they said too seriously, knowing full well how changeable kids that age could be.After the second practice, I recruited Jorge to come along to some of our practices. We had a core of three boys who were most interested in playing keeper, so Jorge took those three aside for about thirty minutes each time and worked with them on punting,. She lifted my penis up until she’d pressed it against my stomach and started to lick my balls sucking them into her mouth and swirling her tongue around and around, I thought I was going to blow my load right there so I, begrudgingly, pulled it away from her. Placing her on her back and holding the backsides of her knees in each hand, I spread her legs as far as they would go, the tendons of her inner thighs were defined and bulging out, her pussy was wet and slick, ready for what was coming.I. The whipping that Bob just gave me was a blur, I only remember the first couple of burning strokes and then I got faint. I tried to yell but couldn’t, I struggled against my bonds but couldn’t move, I wanted it to stop so bad but just had to lay there and take it. The whipping seemed to go on forever and when it was over and I was untied, Judge Bob had to carry me up the stairs to his chamber. He put me on my side on the couch and covered me with a blanket while I sobbed and wept. He asked if I.