He hit me again. "Dirty fucking whore." He pulled out and effortlessly flipped me over onto my front. He spanked me across the arse, but not the gentl...e spank I'd been used to from former lovers, but a real smack which threatened to leave a bruise. He did it again. I cried out in pain. He pulled my head up by the hair and smashed it back down on the bed. "You're not here to cum." He said, smacking my arse again. "You're here to take it." He pushed into my wet, slippery snatch from behind and I. Becky didn't know whether to feast her eyes on cleavage, side boob, camel toe or ass cheeks as she watched Kelly move sensually around her kitchen. "Wow, Kelly. You look fantastic!" she exclaimed wishing she had worn something sexier. "Thank you, Sweetie, you look lovely, although you might get a bit hot in that jumper." Becky accepted the offer of a glass of Pinot Gris and they sat on stools at the kitchen bench. Kelly noticed that Kelly was admiring her breasts in particular. After some. Not asound comes from Hafida, save for a deep and regular breathing. She beginsto slide off the table, so to hold her in place, he holds his cock up toher pussy, and lets her slide onto it. Pushing forward he not only fillsHafida with his big tool, but he also moves her back into a secure positionon the table! He resumes his easy movements, his hands holding herbuttocks. I stand next to him watching his big cock slide in and out. Itfits so tightly that as he pulls back, her inner labia are. And even though we both knew that a relationship could never work out between us, we both still found ourselves attracted to each other. Nicole was 26, about 5’8” tall, brown hair and eyes, smallish breasts and strong legs from all of her years playing competitive sports. I have always loved athletic women and this type of body was the norm and still is to this day. At the time I was 29, 6’3”, brown hair and blue eyes and also an athletic body.Nicole and I began texting or IM’g one another when.