CRACK!“Holy shit!” screamed Ms. Marcie, bucking on the desk, her cock waving between her legs while pussy juices dribbled down her shaft and thigh...s. Her pubic hair glistened with her dew. “That hurt.”“It was supposed,” I groaned, my pussy growing hotter and hotter as I savored her pain.CRACK!Ms. Marcie jumped again. She squirmed and writhed, two bright stripes puckered on her ass, becoming red welts. I savored the sight contrasting with the teacher's pale butt-cheeks. It was so such a hot. "Then she leaned back against the couch, and I scooted closer, holding her hand in mine."So... I guess she must've told him about me or something, because the next thing I know, he comes into my room asking me if I was a dyke. And I could smell the alcohol on him, too. I mean, most of the time, he just sat downstairs and drank until he passed out. The only time he'd say something to me, ya know, some sorta comment about my tits or ass, was when he was drunk, but this was different. I mean, I. She didn't have to ask me twice, we were barely in the door before her hands were tugging at my clothes. Before I knew it, we were in her bedroom. We finished getting undressed and she lay back on her bed - it was only a single bed, but that didn't matter. Now without clothes I could see her naked body, her cute B cup boobs that I'd been touching only two hours ago were pushing out from her chest as she arched her back, her nipples already hard told me how aroused she was. I'd noticed in the. Und schon schlug seine rechte Hand über meine linke Wange.Er hatte mich geschlagen. Die Tränen rannen mir aus den Augen. Ich hattewirklich keine Chance. Die Prozedur mit dem Riesendildo wiederholte sich also mit dem Doppeldildound ich kam nach wenigen Minuten. An Gegenwehr war nicht mehr zu denken. DieDildos wurden entfernt. Der Knebel auch. Ich hätte jetzt schreien können.Hätte ich? Ich habe nicht. Ich konnte nicht mehr. Mein Wille war gebrochen.Ich wusste es. Er wusste es. Auf dem Tisch lag.