"Whack!"Two, I'm sorry Master."Whack!"Three, I'm sorry Master."Whack!"Four, I'm sorry Master."Whack!"Five, I'm sorry Master."Whack!"Six, I'm sorry Mas...ter."Whack!"Seven, I'm sorry Master."Whack!"Eight, I'm sorry Master."Whack!"Nine, I'm sorry Master."Whack!"Ten, I'm sorry Master."Whack!"Eleven, I'm sorry Master."Whack!"Twelve, I'm sorry Master."Whack!"Thirteen, I'm sorry Master."Whack!"Fourteen, I'm sorry Master."Whack!"Fifteen, I'm sorry Master." Very good, whore. Now kiss the crop and then. Soon you’ll find yourself with your hands in your pants, or you’d find your teacher in the back seat of a minivan with one of their students. Lucy was his next target. He grabbed his jacket from a hanger and slowly put it on while simultaneously watching Lucy out the crack of his window blinds. Making his way into the bathroom across from his room, he combed his hair into spikes—which was the latest trend amongst teenagers in the year 2217. After carefully grooming himself he made his way down. He could fuck long and hard, and his cock was a sizable instrument that brought plenty of pleasure to a woman the moment it entered her pussy hole. Esther would start moaning and shaking as he would slide it into her, inch after inch of his hot, thick throbbing meat. She would love it. She would moan words of adoration and love and urge him to shove more and more of his throbbing prick into her. Each inch provoked a new wave of passion. She was almost too much for him to handle. But he loved. Kyaa mai tumkooaache nahiii lagte huu kyaa kaami haiii mujh mai. mere bobbs too aahaa didi se baade hai bus thoode see sawliii hii tooo huu maine kaha kiii chachi aap mujhe bohoot aache lagte hoo par myjh aap se bolne mai daar lagtaa hai iss liye maine aaj tak aap se aasa kuch nahiii kaha. chachi mere upar chad gae aur mujhe kisss karneeee lage aur bohoot deer tak kiss karte rahe phir uss keee baad unhoone mujheChooda aur poochaa maja aayaa kyaa raaj maine kaha haa chachi bohoot maza aayaa phir.