.. sono le persone che amiamo quelle che ci fanno più male. Adesso rilassati.Gemiti di piacere si contrappongono a lamenti di dolore.La schiena di Ma...ria è inarcata. La mia mano destra affera il suo fianco; con le dita affossate nella carne. La sinistra invece tiene stretti i capelli che a intervalli regolari li porta verso se.Godeva. Il dolore le piaceva. Adesso mi implorava di non fermarmi. E più godeva e più spingevo.La sua pelle non odorava più di lavanda e gelsomino. Puzzava di sudore. Acre. My balls tingled as the scent of Anita’s leather entered my nostrils and I expected to receive a thrashing at any time. The women giggled as I jumped when Anita broke the silence.“What are you waiting for! Unlace my boots; I can’t wait to get these leather leggings off, I am so hot and sticky, you are going to clean them thoroughly for me.” I immediately did as I was ordered, my cock pulsing and bobbing as it jutted out; the smell of women and leather intensifying my yearning. My mistress. Slowly it entered me, and it felt so good. After it was all in, he started to fuck me, going slow, gaining speed with each thrust, and I loved it. As he fucked me, he sucked lightly on my nipples and giving them nice little bites. I began to moan out really loudly as he got harder and faster and really giving my nipples a pull. As he was fucking me, he lifted me up, his hardness still locked in my pussy and sat on the table allowing me to ride him. I began riding Rob's cock nice and hard as I. I wanted to mention that I had talked about her. But I felt now wasn’t the time to talk about that. I got up off of the bed and started to walk towards my Dad but stopped suddenly. I nearly fell down to the floor but Dad caught me.He held onto me and whispered, “Are you okay? Do you need a treatment?”I stood up again and shook my head no, “Not at the moment. I just tripped.” I felt a weird yet familiar sensation in the pit of my stomach and added, “Maybe later.”When I get those weird sensations.