Shock.There were tears in the corners of her eyes. “Thank you for stripping me naked and putting me in a collar,” she said.“Good girl,” he sai...d. “Now, you get the easy job. While we do all the hard work, all you have to do is lie there on the sand and get a suntan on your pretty little pussy. Think you can do that?”“Go fuck yourself,” she said.Shock.“Yes,” she said.“Yes, sir,” he corrected.Pause.Shock.“Yes, sir,” she said, finally.“You’ll get a better tan with your legs spread,” he said. He was. She had to focus on closing her mouth, and now the overwhelming flavor was almost a welcome distraction from the deeply debilitating feeling of being anally penetrated. He pulled her head back up as he began fucking her ass in earnest. Hold it in your mouth, he ordered as he plunged in and out of her. Each thrust hit like a punch to the stomach, and she worried she wouldnt be able to hold her disgusting meal in her mouth. Her daddy thrust faster and faster, pounding her little body. Look at me,. She showed it to Claire and said, 'It's got small peep holes in the cups for your nipples to poke through. It's from our very erotic range but I think it will suit you fine. Would you like to try it on?' Claire inspected it and nodded in agreement. Mrs Potter said to Amy, 'Why don't you help Claire put it on?' Amy knelt on the floor and lowered Claire's white panties. Her face was only inches away from her pussy and thought she could even see signs of moisture on it. Claire lifted her feet and. I bring them up to my face and inhale your scent. Should I call it a scent? Or an aroma? Or is it a bouquet? It is intoxicating whatever I call it, and then I run my tongue along the dampness and taste you for the first time. Second-hand taste, but satisfying, just like standing next to a smoker when you desperately need a puff on a cigarette, but don't have one yourself. I ask you to turn around. You ask why. I tell you that I am getting your surprise ready. You turn around. I unzip my pants.