She jumps in response, more then the smack warrants. She is a bitsurprised. Pulling back the cane, I whip it through the air. She jumps with thesound ...even though I don't strike her. With the next whipping sound, I strike her ass harder thenbefore. She yelps. ?Please,? she whimpers. ?Please, what?? ?Please don't use the cane on me. I will be good.? ?I don't remember saying you weren't good.? And I deliver another strike of the cane. This is a heavierblow, and it leaves a telltale mark across her. She was younger, seventeen years old, cute, in high school, and very very outgoing. When I mean very outgoing, I mean very outgoing. Not afraid to flirt, not afraid to get sexual, not afraid to be outspoken, and not afraid to speak her mind. Miranda also didn't hesitate to act on things she had feelings for.One thing I'd discovered about Miranda was that she was willing to flirt with me, come onto me, and had no regard for what anyone may think. The only problem is, being best friends with her. .and that was ok with me. She leaned forward and wrapped those perfectly soft breasts around my shaft and began basically jerking me off with her tits. I had tried titty fucking in the past and it was ok. I mean, it's hard to dislike any part of a woman on your dick but I never saw the big deal. Just something about the way shd did it that made it something unique and exciting. Maybe part of it was still the mind blowing effect of the fact that she still looked like she belonged on a black. Gently you graze your fingernails, up and down. My heart is pounding. What do I do? How do I react? Above all, I am terrified that you will lose heart and walk away, leaving me unsatisfied. And I want to come so badly.Instead, I feel you gently draw back the restraining fabric of the boxers, the cooler air of the room feels delicious against my hot, hard cock. You continue your work, tracing your fingers up and down, outlining the contours of my hard, full testicles. You gently tease and.