He wasnt entirely sure what I meant. I want you to hurt me as you rape me. It took him a moment to agree. Okay. We decided to do it on a Friday night,... when my dad was out with his friends watching some game. I told him Id text him when I was getting in the shower to let him know he could come over, and I did. I got in the shower, did my business as quickly as possible, and got out. I dressed in Victorias Secret Pink boxer shorts that hed bought me, and a white tank top, with no underwear. I was. Yulk. I had finished collage but hadn't found work yet so I wanted to give this a try. After all, serving men drinks while walking around in barely nothing had quite an appeal to me. I always was one for showing off my body and making cocks hard. But first a little about me. I grew up living on the out skirts of Los Vegas with my parents in this small two bedroom house. My parents were like, left over hippies from the 60s and 70s. Dad was a landscape worker and mom worked in a nursing home as a. It was covered in a thin layer of sweat. “P-please.” “Louder.” “P-please!” Emma choked out, her body pleading for more. Just that little bit more to get her off and that's all she wanted. “More.” Cerise delivered another sharp spanking. “Like you mean it.” “Please. Please please please, please. Please.” She begged, her breath hitching in her chest. She screwed her eyes shut again, hoping that was enough for the girls. “More,” Bailey smirked, watching the girl grow more and more desperate for. This continued for few days and then I started teasing her saying you are a kiddo and a small girl. She used to argue for that saying what makes me think so. I told her that you give me kiss on cheeks. Anybody can do so and all. This made her furious and she told she will kiss but not to disclose this to anyone. I agreed to this and she gave a kiss to me the next day. I understood she likes me and can cross some limits with me. The next day while hugging I pressed her boobs a little with my.