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And then, more spanks, forceful and fast, came crashing into my ass, again and again and again. Okay, I was no longer loving this as much. Each pop on my skin rocked me forward, nearly hurtling me off his lap. The feeling of instability returned to me, with only one arm free to brace myself against the floor. You know you need to learn this lesson and suffer sufficient pain and embarrassment to let go and feel free and absolved. This needs to hurt so badly, it cuts into your soul. He tugged up several times, pulling the lace wonderfully along all my wet hills and valleys. Then he was back at it, slap His hand must be killing him by now. He went on and on for about ten minutes, stopping only four times to massage me for a bit. How much longer could he keep it up? I was crying so hard and biting my lip. There were phases to this? This was hurting like hell. I blubbered when I realized I had at least, at least, 60 spanks to go, but I stopped with a gasp when I felt his rigid cock poking into my hip. I was so tempted to grind into it but expected that would only lengthen this punishment. Knowing that brought me back into a state of pleasure, made me focus on the task at hand. I wanted him to stretch me, push me past what I thought I could possibly stand. This last minute was no picnic. Kicking it up indeed! He spanked me more forcefully than previously, in fact. I was spent. Falling even more lax against his legs, I sniveled and lazily kicked to try and expel some of the burn. I tensed up, waiting and waiting for another. Uh, thank god. Overcome with a lovely soaking of release, I kept crying. I felt cleansed and un -bad. I did it. I broke through. And I was thrilled-to-the-bone, believing that I pleased him. But at the same time, I felt sad because who knew when I might receive such a beautiful gift again. I was furious at my fleeting sense of gratefulness that this was over. Now, I wanted the pain back. I wanted the stings and the heat and an unending stream of slaps. Logan gently stroked and rubbed my back, sore bottom and thighs and let me lament on his lap for several minutes. I was mostly crying because I missed him already. Tomorrow promised a hellish separation from his strong hands and muscular hold. When I calmed, he stood me up, and, noticing the obvious weakness in my legs and dizziness from the blood rushing from my head, he wrapped his arm around my back to steady me. His fingertips brushed up and down along my side. I rested my cheek against his collar bone. He reached up with his other hand and wiped my tears. Now, stand up on the couch and bend over the back. Something had to better than nothing, even if it was extreme and promised the use of an implement. I sniffed my runny nose and nodded. 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His weight rested on top of me and the rough texture of his jeans cut into my sore bottom. I was so aware of his hidden package, rock hard and pressing into the divide between my cheeks. He ground into me, making sure I felt it. Yeah, I felt it indeed. He grabbed my face, turned my head and whispered in my ear. Do you know, with you bent over like this, smashed up against the couch to push more of it back, that your bad girl pussy is exposed? And as soon as I move to get an implement, every one of these rich dudes will see it … your glistening, wet, swollen, pink pussy. I am so turned on, so fucking hard. You feel that? I loved that he gave me a little private speech, a delectable, yet sadly true message, just between us. It did the opposite of what he might have intended and chased every speck of my shame away. I was hotter than ever and dripping like a leaky faucet. He left a tugging bite on my earlobe, pulled up and away from me and stepped off the couch. His shoes clacked toward the back of the room. I was afraid to look up. The men muttered quietly among themselves at the view. If I think about the present company, especially Geoffrey, it makes me a little sick actually. Could they see the tears of joy slipping down? At his absence, a chill floated over me like a bed sheet. I liked the feel of his body on me, the weight, all his hard places pushing against my cushy ones. I swooned and moaned quietly at the thought of being under him someday, hell, right now. Taking all his furious, forceful thrusts. I wanted, no, I craved for him to be my first lay. This guy. Who knew me so entirely with one look. I reminded myself he was a stranger, that sexing him up him should be the last thing on my mind, but in that first eye-to-eye, we exchanged so many secrets, so much of our souls. It made me want to bare it all, to give in to him and have him know every inch of my body just as well. I adored him. There was no one in the world I felt more connected to, and that made me cry, because it was just so pitiful and pathetic. He could have a girlfriend. Or worse Logan was back behind me on the couch. Something roundish and wooden tapped me three times, then crashed into my ass. I screeched. The doorbell rang. A break. I sighed. Logan would wait for Geoff to delve out the candy. I bellowed when wood struck my flesh again, twice in quick succession. Is someone being spanked? She is being punished right now. I told you we should never do that. That we could get our butts whooped. Blood was already pooling in my face from being upside down, but it and my pink tulip went totally ablaze. All my breaths were huffs. Sixteen more with the ping pong paddle. Good god. I started to blubber. Could I take sixteen? He smacked the blurry line where thigh meets cheek, where it already stung the most, and alternated back and forth. Each hit felt like spikes driving into my flesh. 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I know what she needs. Back the hell off! I beamed at his words. He knows what I need. This stranger knows what I need.

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I knew it. He grabbed a fistful of my hair, jerked my head up to the side and held his sticky fingers, drenched with the evidence of my arousal, out to me. Once I licked him clean, as sexily as possible, he released my hair and let me fall back into position.

He ordered me to relax. I did manage to sink back onto his legs with a lengthy exhale, but I kept my eyes shut tight. And then, more spanks, forceful and fast, came crashing into my ass, again and again and again.

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Okay, I was no longer loving this as much. Each pop on my skin rocked me forward, nearly hurtling me off his lap. The feeling of instability returned to me, with only one arm free to brace myself against the floor.

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You know you need to learn this lesson and suffer sufficient pain and embarrassment to let go and feel free and absolved. This needs to hurt so badly, it cuts into your soul. He tugged up several times, pulling Humiliated teens fingering in sorority lace wonderfully along all my wet hills and valleys.

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I was crying Humiliated teens fingering in sorority hard and biting my lip. There were phases to this? This was hurting like hell. I blubbered when I realized I had at least, at least, 60 spanks to go, but I stopped with a gasp when I felt his rigid cock poking into my hip.

I was so tempted to grind into it but expected that would only lengthen this punishment. Knowing that brought me back into a state of pleasure, made me focus on the task at hand. I wanted him to stretch me, push me past what I thought I could possibly stand. This last minute was no picnic. Kicking it up indeed! He spanked me more forcefully than previously, in fact. I was spent. Falling even more lax against his legs, I sniveled and lazily kicked to try and expel some of the burn.

I tensed up, waiting and waiting for another. Uh, thank god. Overcome with a lovely soaking of release, I kept crying.

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I Humiliated teens fingering in sorority cleansed and un -bad. I did it. I broke through. And I was thrilled-to-the-bone, believing that I pleased him. But at the same time, I felt sad because who knew when I might receive such a beautiful gift again.

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But at the same time, I felt sad because who knew when I might receive such a beautiful gift again. I was furious at my fleeting sense of gratefulness that this was over. Now, I wanted the pain back. I wanted the stings and the heat and an unending stream of slaps. Logan gently stroked and rubbed my back, sore bottom and thighs and let me lament on his lap for several minutes. I was mostly crying because I missed him already. Tomorrow promised a hellish separation from his strong hands and muscular hold. When I calmed, he stood me up, and, noticing the obvious weakness in my legs and dizziness from the blood rushing from my head, he wrapped his arm around my back to steady me. His fingertips brushed up and down along my side. I rested my cheek against his collar bone. He reached up with his other hand and wiped my tears. Now, stand up on the couch and bend over the back. Something had to better than nothing, even if it was extreme and promised the use of an implement. I sniffed my runny nose and nodded. I pulled the straps down on my red heels and kicked each one off, then climbed up on the couch and did as he requested. He knelt behind me again and flipped up the skirt of my babydoll. He hooked his fingertips on the strings of my panties and gingerly, slowly peeled them over my butt and down my thighs, leaving them to rest at the edges of my white socks that stopped just above the knee. A slow, sexy peel, aaahhh, lovely, Logan. My top pick for a strip. But I groaned as the sick feeling of abashment rushed into my stomach and head. Logan ran his soft hands up my thighs, took my cheeks in both hands and rubbed and squeezed. I cried out at the pleasure-pain. Reddened flesh. Such a pretty color on you. Legs apart. I want you to keep your wet, lacy panties right where I left them. Since I was being punished, I did not expect the slow lick he passed over my hot, puffy petals, and I gasped loudly and bolted upright. His weight rested on top of me and the rough texture of his jeans cut into my sore bottom. I was so aware of his hidden package, rock hard and pressing into the divide between my cheeks. He ground into me, making sure I felt it. Yeah, I felt it indeed. He grabbed my face, turned my head and whispered in my ear. Do you know, with you bent over like this, smashed up against the couch to push more of it back, that your bad girl pussy is exposed? And as soon as I move to get an implement, every one of these rich dudes will see it … your glistening, wet, swollen, pink pussy. I am so turned on, so fucking hard. You feel that? I loved that he gave me a little private speech, a delectable, yet sadly true message, just between us. It did the opposite of what he might have intended and chased every speck of my shame away. I was hotter than ever and dripping like a leaky faucet. He left a tugging bite on my earlobe, pulled up and away from me and stepped off the couch. His shoes clacked toward the back of the room. I was afraid to look up. The men muttered quietly among themselves at the view. If I think about the present company, especially Geoffrey, it makes me a little sick actually. Could they see the tears of joy slipping down? At his absence, a chill floated over me like a bed sheet. I liked the feel of his body on me, the weight, all his hard places pushing against my cushy ones. I swooned and moaned quietly at the thought of being under him someday, hell, right now. Taking all his furious, forceful thrusts. I wanted, no, I craved for him to be my first lay. This guy. Who knew me so entirely with one look. I reminded myself he was a stranger, that sexing him up him should be the last thing on my mind, but in that first eye-to-eye, we exchanged so many secrets, so much of our souls. It made me want to bare it all, to give in to him and have him know every inch of my body just as well. I adored him. There was no one in the world I felt more connected to, and that made me cry, because it was just so pitiful and pathetic. He could have a girlfriend. Or worse Logan was back behind me on the couch. Something roundish and wooden tapped me three times, then crashed into my ass. I screeched. The doorbell rang. A break. I sighed. Logan would wait for Geoff to delve out the candy. I bellowed when wood struck my flesh again, twice in quick succession. Is someone being spanked? She is being punished right now. I told you we should never do that. That we could get our butts whooped. Blood was already pooling in my face from being upside down, but it and my pink tulip went totally ablaze. All my breaths were huffs. Sixteen more with the ping pong paddle. Good god. I started to blubber. Could I take sixteen? He smacked the blurry line where thigh meets cheek, where it already stung the most, and alternated back and forth. Each hit felt like spikes driving into my flesh. I pressed my lips in and scrunched my face, but I decided to relax my bottom as the remaining blows were delivered. I was out of breath when he was only half way done. I whimpered at each blow, and let out a shuddering sob when they finally tallied up. He rubbed my back as he let me stay there for a few minutes. You can do it. Take it all … like bad medicine. My skirt flitted back down and my underwear spilled around my ankles. I loved the sound of his heartbeat, the scent of his skin. He stroked my hair. I wanted to scratch off his skirt and munch on his pecs and abs that looked so skillfully sculpted. His tribal percussion beat wildly against palm. Naughty, naughty, Logan. I had to mentally fight my hand to not travel down and do much wilder things. He shut the door behind him. I scrunched my nose in confusion. What the heck were we doing? Geoffrey was in the gallery, rushing back to check in on my butt-blasting, no doubt. He was mask free for the moment and dripping with sweat, his black, wet hair sticking every which way. His body odor curled my toes and made my nose crinkle and beg for a coffee bean reset. Get back to your post and suit up. My heart sped when he drew close to me, his chest stopping a few inches from mine. His left arm arched over me on the wall as he leaned in. My god, was he actually going to plant them on me? Electric sparks simmered beneath my skin, and they fluttered up to my face and down to my unpopped cherry. I felt hotter and hotter as I held his intense gaze, until I was boiling with need. His touch at my abdomen drifted down, down, until he was skimming across my thigh, whisking back and forth, then it began dancing, floating, rising, ever so softly, right under the hem of my flimsy skirt. He never lost contact with my skin or gaze during the glorious ascent. Breaths skipped out of my nostrils in double time. My lungs were on fire, hot and raspy with want, and my lips felt parched, drawing out a stroke of my tongue. You counted? The truth is right here. I was captivated and awestruck by the autumn in his eyes. His hand still blocking my lips, I shook my head side to side. I quivered and clamped my jaw to kill the wild groan of ecstasy rushing along my tongue, as he thrust up inside me and finger-fucked me in the hallway while kids were getting treats right around the corner. I closed my eyes and lolled against the wall. His furious pulse was maddening against my boobs. God, how I wanted this man. I dropped my hand and raked my nails, accidentally I think, but not regrettably, against the restrained bulge that was still too far away from me. All of his touches flared twangy ribbons of energy through my body. Not fake peach, real peach, ripe, succulent and sweet, ready to be eaten. Your shampoo or your body spray. Wanna know what I think, Luscious? 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I pulled the straps down on my red heels and kicked each one off, then climbed up on the couch and did as he requested. He knelt behind me again and flipped up the skirt of my babydoll. He hooked his fingertips on the strings of my panties and gingerly, slowly peeled them over my butt and down my thighs, leaving them to rest at the edges of my white socks that stopped Humiliated teens fingering in sorority above the knee.

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I felt cleansed and un -bad. I did it. I broke through. And I was thrilled-to-the-bone, believing that I pleased him. But at the same time, I felt sad because who knew when I might receive such a beautiful gift again. I was furious at my fleeting sense of gratefulness that this was over. Now, I wanted the pain back. I wanted the stings and the heat and an unending stream of slaps. Logan gently stroked and rubbed my back, sore bottom and thighs and let me lament on his lap for several minutes. I was mostly crying because I missed him already. Tomorrow promised a hellish separation from his strong hands and muscular hold. When I calmed, he stood me up, and, noticing the obvious weakness in my legs and dizziness from the blood rushing from my head, he wrapped his arm around my back to steady me. His fingertips brushed up and down along my side. I rested my cheek against his collar bone. He reached up with his other hand and wiped my tears. Now, stand up on the couch and bend over the back. Something had to better than nothing, even if it was extreme and promised the use of an implement. I sniffed my runny nose and nodded. I pulled the straps down on my red heels and kicked each one off, then climbed up on the couch and did as he requested. He knelt behind me again and flipped up the skirt of my babydoll. He hooked his fingertips on the strings of my panties and gingerly, slowly peeled them over my butt and down my thighs, leaving them to rest at the edges of my white socks that stopped just above the knee. A slow, sexy peel, aaahhh, lovely, Logan. My top pick for a strip. But I groaned as the sick feeling of abashment rushed into my stomach and head. Logan ran his soft hands up my thighs, took my cheeks in both hands and rubbed and squeezed. I cried out at the pleasure-pain. Reddened flesh. Such a pretty color on you. Legs apart. I want you to keep your wet, lacy panties right where I left them. Since I was being punished, I did not expect the slow lick he passed over my hot, puffy petals, and I gasped loudly and bolted upright. His weight rested on top of me and the rough texture of his jeans cut into my sore bottom. I was so aware of his hidden package, rock hard and pressing into the divide between my cheeks. He ground into me, making sure I felt it. Yeah, I felt it indeed. He grabbed my face, turned my head and whispered in my ear. Do you know, with you bent over like this, smashed up against the couch to push more of it back, that your bad girl pussy is exposed? And as soon as I move to get an implement, every one of these rich dudes will see it … your glistening, wet, swollen, pink pussy. I am so turned on, so fucking hard. You feel that? I loved that he gave me a little private speech, a delectable, yet sadly true message, just between us. It did the opposite of what he might have intended and chased every speck of my shame away. I was hotter than ever and dripping like a leaky faucet. He left a tugging bite on my earlobe, pulled up and away from me and stepped off the couch. His shoes clacked toward the back of the room. I was afraid to look up. The men muttered quietly among themselves at the view. If I think about the present company, especially Geoffrey, it makes me a little sick actually. Could they see the tears of joy slipping down? At his absence, a chill floated over me like a bed sheet. I liked the feel of his body on me, the weight, all his hard places pushing against my cushy ones. I swooned and moaned quietly at the thought of being under him someday, hell, right now. Taking all his furious, forceful thrusts. I wanted, no, I craved for him to be my first lay. This guy. Who knew me so entirely with one look. I reminded myself he was a stranger, that sexing him up him should be the last thing on my mind, but in that first eye-to-eye, we exchanged so many secrets, so much of our souls. It made me want to bare it all, to give in to him and have him know every inch of my body just as well. I adored him. There was no one in the world I felt more connected to, and that made me cry, because it was just so pitiful and pathetic. He could have a girlfriend. Or worse Logan was back behind me on the couch. Something roundish and wooden tapped me three times, then crashed into my ass. I screeched. The doorbell rang. A break. I sighed. Logan would wait for Geoff to delve out the candy. I bellowed when wood struck my flesh again, twice in quick succession. Is someone being spanked? She is being punished right now. I told you we should never do that. That we could get our butts whooped. Blood was already pooling in my face from being upside down, but it and my pink tulip went totally ablaze. All my breaths were huffs. Sixteen more with the ping pong paddle. Good god. I started to blubber. Could I take sixteen? He smacked the blurry line where thigh meets cheek, where it already stung the most, and alternated back and forth. Each hit felt like spikes driving into my flesh. I pressed my lips in and scrunched my face, but I decided to relax my bottom as the remaining blows were delivered. I was out of breath when he was only half way done. I whimpered at each blow, and let out a shuddering sob when they finally tallied up. He rubbed my back as he let me stay there for a few minutes. You can do it. Take it all … like bad medicine. My skirt flitted back down and my underwear spilled around my ankles. I loved the sound of his heartbeat, the scent of his skin. He stroked my hair. I wanted to scratch off his skirt and munch on his pecs and abs that looked so skillfully sculpted. His tribal percussion beat wildly against palm. Naughty, naughty, Logan. I had to mentally fight my hand to not travel down and do much wilder things. He shut the door behind him. I scrunched my nose in confusion. What the heck were we doing? Geoffrey was in the gallery, rushing back to check in on my butt-blasting, no doubt. He was mask free for the moment and dripping with sweat, his black, wet hair sticking every which way. His body odor curled my toes and made my nose crinkle and beg for a coffee bean reset. Get back to your post and suit up. My heart sped when he drew close to me, his chest stopping a few inches from mine. His left arm arched over me on the wall as he leaned in. My god, was he actually going to plant them on me? Electric sparks simmered beneath my skin, and they fluttered up to my face and down to my unpopped cherry. I felt hotter and hotter as I held his intense gaze, until I was boiling with need. His touch at my abdomen drifted down, down, until he was skimming across my thigh, whisking back and forth, then it began dancing, floating, rising, ever so softly, right under the hem of my flimsy skirt. He never lost contact with my skin or gaze during the glorious ascent. Breaths skipped out of my nostrils in double time. My lungs were on fire, hot and raspy with want, and my lips felt parched, drawing out a stroke of my tongue. You counted? The truth is right here. I was captivated and awestruck by the autumn in his eyes. His hand still blocking my lips, I shook my head side to side. I quivered and clamped my jaw to kill the wild groan of ecstasy rushing along my tongue, as he thrust up inside me and finger-fucked me in the hallway while kids were getting treats right around the corner. I closed my eyes and lolled against the wall. His furious pulse was maddening against my boobs. God, how I wanted this man. I dropped my hand and raked my nails, accidentally I think, but not regrettably, against the restrained bulge that was still too far away from me. All of his touches flared twangy ribbons of energy through my body. Not fake peach, real peach, ripe, succulent and sweet, ready to be eaten. Your shampoo or your body spray. Wanna know what I think, Luscious? He stopped moving his hand but stayed buried inside me. I cursed my cunt as it squeezed at the desired intrusion of its own volition, begging him to resume that scorching slide. Could I be more slutty? I think you should whimper and cry deep in your soul because I made you feel like the bad girl you are. And I think you should, at the end of it all, feel totally absolved and repentant. I can make that happen. My loins jolted and ached. He ran his tongue across his fucking awesome lower lip, and I could smell my arousal on him, all spicy sweet. You are the peach. Eating you out would surely be a heavenly experience, but only real angels deserve such a fun reward. You are here for punishment. Choose your poison. He was turned on, inspired, thrilled by my pick. He waited three seconds for me to change my mind, but I kept my trap shut. The gawkers stopped muttering amongst themselves, their attention drawn back to the spectacle of me. 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Taking all his furious, forceful thrusts. I wanted, no, I craved for him to be my first lay. This guy. Who knew me so entirely with one click. I reminded myself he was a stranger, that sexing him up him should be the last thing on my mind, but in that first eye-to-eye, we exchanged so many secrets, so much of our souls.

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I started to blubber. Could I take sixteen? He smacked the blurry line where thigh meets cheek, where it already stung the most, and alternated back and forth. Each hit felt like spikes driving into my flesh.

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He ground into me, making sure I felt it. Yeah, I felt it indeed. He grabbed my face, turned my head and whispered in my ear. Do you know, with you bent over like this, smashed up against the couch to push more of it back, that your bad girl pussy is exposed? And as soon as I move to get an implement, every one of these rich dudes will see it … your glistening, wet, swollen, pink pussy. I am so turned on, so fucking hard. You feel that? I loved that he gave me a little private speech, a delectable, yet sadly true message, just between us. It did the opposite of what he might have intended and chased every speck of my shame away. I was hotter than ever and dripping like a leaky faucet. He left a tugging bite on my earlobe, pulled up and away from me and stepped off the couch. His shoes clacked toward the back of the room. I was afraid to look up. The men muttered quietly among themselves at the view. If I think about the present company, especially Geoffrey, it makes me a little sick actually. Could they see the tears of joy slipping down? At his absence, a chill floated over me like a bed sheet. I liked the feel of his body on me, the weight, all his hard places pushing against my cushy ones. I swooned and moaned quietly at the thought of being under him someday, hell, right now. Taking all his furious, forceful thrusts. I wanted, no, I craved for him to be my first lay. This guy. Who knew me so entirely with one look. I reminded myself he was a stranger, that sexing him up him should be the last thing on my mind, but in that first eye-to-eye, we exchanged so many secrets, so much of our souls. It made me want to bare it all, to give in to him and have him know every inch of my body just as well. I adored him. There was no one in the world I felt more connected to, and that made me cry, because it was just so pitiful and pathetic. He could have a girlfriend. Or worse Logan was back behind me on the couch. Something roundish and wooden tapped me three times, then crashed into my ass. I screeched. The doorbell rang. A break. I sighed. Logan would wait for Geoff to delve out the candy. I bellowed when wood struck my flesh again, twice in quick succession. Is someone being spanked? She is being punished right now. I told you we should never do that. That we could get our butts whooped. Blood was already pooling in my face from being upside down, but it and my pink tulip went totally ablaze. All my breaths were huffs. Sixteen more with the ping pong paddle. Good god. I started to blubber. Could I take sixteen? He smacked the blurry line where thigh meets cheek, where it already stung the most, and alternated back and forth. Each hit felt like spikes driving into my flesh. I pressed my lips in and scrunched my face, but I decided to relax my bottom as the remaining blows were delivered. I was out of breath when he was only half way done. I whimpered at each blow, and let out a shuddering sob when they finally tallied up. He rubbed my back as he let me stay there for a few minutes. You can do it. Take it all … like bad medicine. My skirt flitted back down and my underwear spilled around my ankles. I loved the sound of his heartbeat, the scent of his skin. He stroked my hair. I wanted to scratch off his skirt and munch on his pecs and abs that looked so skillfully sculpted. His tribal percussion beat wildly against palm. Naughty, naughty, Logan. I had to mentally fight my hand to not travel down and do much wilder things. He shut the door behind him. I scrunched my nose in confusion. What the heck were we doing? Geoffrey was in the gallery, rushing back to check in on my butt-blasting, no doubt. He was mask free for the moment and dripping with sweat, his black, wet hair sticking every which way. His body odor curled my toes and made my nose crinkle and beg for a coffee bean reset. Get back to your post and suit up. My heart sped when he drew close to me, his chest stopping a few inches from mine. His left arm arched over me on the wall as he leaned in. My god, was he actually going to plant them on me? Electric sparks simmered beneath my skin, and they fluttered up to my face and down to my unpopped cherry. I felt hotter and hotter as I held his intense gaze, until I was boiling with need. His touch at my abdomen drifted down, down, until he was skimming across my thigh, whisking back and forth, then it began dancing, floating, rising, ever so softly, right under the hem of my flimsy skirt. He never lost contact with my skin or gaze during the glorious ascent. Breaths skipped out of my nostrils in double time. My lungs were on fire, hot and raspy with want, and my lips felt parched, drawing out a stroke of my tongue. You counted? The truth is right here. I was captivated and awestruck by the autumn in his eyes. His hand still blocking my lips, I shook my head side to side. I quivered and clamped my jaw to kill the wild groan of ecstasy rushing along my tongue, as he thrust up inside me and finger-fucked me in the hallway while kids were getting treats right around the corner. I closed my eyes and lolled against the wall. His furious pulse was maddening against my boobs. God, how I wanted this man. I dropped my hand and raked my nails, accidentally I think, but not regrettably, against the restrained bulge that was still too far away from me. All of his touches flared twangy ribbons of energy through my body. Not fake peach, real peach, ripe, succulent and sweet, ready to be eaten. Your shampoo or your body spray. Wanna know what I think, Luscious? He stopped moving his hand but stayed buried inside me. I cursed my cunt as it squeezed at the desired intrusion of its own volition, begging him to resume that scorching slide. Could I be more slutty? I think you should whimper and cry deep in your soul because I made you feel like the bad girl you are. And I think you should, at the end of it all, feel totally absolved and repentant. I can make that happen. My loins jolted and ached. He ran his tongue across his fucking awesome lower lip, and I could smell my arousal on him, all spicy sweet. You are the peach. Eating you out would surely be a heavenly experience, but only real angels deserve such a fun reward. You are here for punishment. Choose your poison. He was turned on, inspired, thrilled by my pick. He waited three seconds for me to change my mind, but I kept my trap shut. The gawkers stopped muttering amongst themselves, their attention drawn back to the spectacle of me. Lay down on the ottoman. On your back. And he was going to belt me? Now … get on your back. What position? I followed his instructions and got on my back, thighs flat on the ottoman, knees bent at the edge. He set his knee beside me and began drawing my bent legs up toward my chest. Oh my freaking god. I now knew what he meant. Shit, shit. Every— thing. 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I pressed my lips in and scrunched my face, but I decided to relax my bottom as the remaining blows were delivered. I was out of breath when he was only half way done.

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He never lost contact with my read article or gaze during the glorious ascent. Breaths skipped out of my nostrils in double time. My lungs were on fire, hot and raspy with want, and my lips felt parched, drawing out a stroke of my tongue. You counted? The truth is right here. I was captivated and awestruck by the autumn in his eyes.

His hand still blocking my lips, I shook my head side to side. I quivered and clamped Humiliated teens fingering in sorority jaw to kill the wild groan of ecstasy rushing along my tongue, as he thrust up inside me and finger-fucked me in the hallway while kids were getting treats right around the corner.

I closed my eyes and lolled against the wall. His furious pulse was maddening against my boobs. God, how I wanted this man. I dropped my hand and raked my nails, Humiliated teens fingering in sorority I think, but not regrettably, against the restrained bulge that was still too far away from me.

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He reached up with his other hand and wiped my tears. Now, stand up on the couch and bend over the back. Something had to better than nothing, even if it was extreme and promised the use of an implement. I sniffed my runny nose and nodded. I pulled the straps down on my red heels and kicked each one off, then climbed up on the couch and did as he requested. He knelt behind me again and flipped up the skirt of my babydoll. He hooked his fingertips on the strings of my panties and gingerly, slowly peeled them over my butt and down my thighs, leaving them to rest at the edges of my white socks that stopped just above the knee. A slow, sexy peel, aaahhh, lovely, Logan. My top pick for a strip. But I groaned as the sick feeling of abashment rushed into my stomach and head. Logan ran his soft hands up my thighs, took my cheeks in both hands and rubbed and squeezed. I cried out at the pleasure-pain. Reddened flesh. Such a pretty color on you. Legs apart. I want you to keep your wet, lacy panties right where I left them. Since I was being punished, I did not expect the slow lick he passed over my hot, puffy petals, and I gasped loudly and bolted upright. His weight rested on top of me and the rough texture of his jeans cut into my sore bottom. I was so aware of his hidden package, rock hard and pressing into the divide between my cheeks. He ground into me, making sure I felt it. Yeah, I felt it indeed. He grabbed my face, turned my head and whispered in my ear. Do you know, with you bent over like this, smashed up against the couch to push more of it back, that your bad girl pussy is exposed? And as soon as I move to get an implement, every one of these rich dudes will see it … your glistening, wet, swollen, pink pussy. I am so turned on, so fucking hard. You feel that? I loved that he gave me a little private speech, a delectable, yet sadly true message, just between us. It did the opposite of what he might have intended and chased every speck of my shame away. I was hotter than ever and dripping like a leaky faucet. He left a tugging bite on my earlobe, pulled up and away from me and stepped off the couch. His shoes clacked toward the back of the room. I was afraid to look up. The men muttered quietly among themselves at the view. If I think about the present company, especially Geoffrey, it makes me a little sick actually. Could they see the tears of joy slipping down? At his absence, a chill floated over me like a bed sheet. I liked the feel of his body on me, the weight, all his hard places pushing against my cushy ones. I swooned and moaned quietly at the thought of being under him someday, hell, right now. Taking all his furious, forceful thrusts. I wanted, no, I craved for him to be my first lay. This guy. Who knew me so entirely with one look. I reminded myself he was a stranger, that sexing him up him should be the last thing on my mind, but in that first eye-to-eye, we exchanged so many secrets, so much of our souls. It made me want to bare it all, to give in to him and have him know every inch of my body just as well. I adored him. There was no one in the world I felt more connected to, and that made me cry, because it was just so pitiful and pathetic. He could have a girlfriend. Or worse Logan was back behind me on the couch. Something roundish and wooden tapped me three times, then crashed into my ass. I screeched. The doorbell rang. A break. I sighed. Logan would wait for Geoff to delve out the candy. I bellowed when wood struck my flesh again, twice in quick succession. Is someone being spanked? She is being punished right now. I told you we should never do that. That we could get our butts whooped. Blood was already pooling in my face from being upside down, but it and my pink tulip went totally ablaze. All my breaths were huffs. Sixteen more with the ping pong paddle. Good god. I started to blubber. Could I take sixteen? He smacked the blurry line where thigh meets cheek, where it already stung the most, and alternated back and forth. Each hit felt like spikes driving into my flesh. I pressed my lips in and scrunched my face, but I decided to relax my bottom as the remaining blows were delivered. I was out of breath when he was only half way done. I whimpered at each blow, and let out a shuddering sob when they finally tallied up. He rubbed my back as he let me stay there for a few minutes. You can do it. Take it all … like bad medicine. My skirt flitted back down and my underwear spilled around my ankles. I loved the sound of his heartbeat, the scent of his skin. He stroked my hair. I wanted to scratch off his skirt and munch on his pecs and abs that looked so skillfully sculpted. His tribal percussion beat wildly against palm. Naughty, naughty, Logan. I had to mentally fight my hand to not travel down and do much wilder things. He shut the door behind him. I scrunched my nose in confusion. What the heck were we doing? Geoffrey was in the gallery, rushing back to check in on my butt-blasting, no doubt. He was mask free for the moment and dripping with sweat, his black, wet hair sticking every which way. His body odor curled my toes and made my nose crinkle and beg for a coffee bean reset. Get back to your post and suit up. My heart sped when he drew close to me, his chest stopping a few inches from mine. His left arm arched over me on the wall as he leaned in. My god, was he actually going to plant them on me? Electric sparks simmered beneath my skin, and they fluttered up to my face and down to my unpopped cherry. I felt hotter and hotter as I held his intense gaze, until I was boiling with need. His touch at my abdomen drifted down, down, until he was skimming across my thigh, whisking back and forth, then it began dancing, floating, rising, ever so softly, right under the hem of my flimsy skirt. He never lost contact with my skin or gaze during the glorious ascent. Breaths skipped out of my nostrils in double time. My lungs were on fire, hot and raspy with want, and my lips felt parched, drawing out a stroke of my tongue. You counted? The truth is right here. I was captivated and awestruck by the autumn in his eyes. His hand still blocking my lips, I shook my head side to side. I quivered and clamped my jaw to kill the wild groan of ecstasy rushing along my tongue, as he thrust up inside me and finger-fucked me in the hallway while kids were getting treats right around the corner. I closed my eyes and lolled against the wall. His furious pulse was maddening against my boobs. God, how I wanted this man. I dropped my hand and raked my nails, accidentally I think, but not regrettably, against the restrained bulge that was still too far away from me. All of his touches flared twangy ribbons of energy through my body. Not fake peach, real peach, ripe, succulent and sweet, ready to be eaten. Your shampoo or your body spray. Wanna know what I think, Luscious? He stopped moving his hand but stayed buried inside me. I cursed my cunt as it squeezed at the desired intrusion of its own volition, begging him to resume that scorching slide. Could I be more slutty? I think you should whimper and cry deep in your soul because I made you feel like the bad girl you are. And I think you should, at the end of it all, feel totally absolved and repentant. I can make that happen. My loins jolted and ached. He ran his tongue across his fucking awesome lower lip, and I could smell my arousal on him, all spicy sweet. You are the peach. Eating you out would surely be a heavenly experience, but only real angels deserve such a fun reward. You are here for punishment. Choose your poison. He was turned on, inspired, thrilled by my pick. He waited three seconds for me to change my mind, but I kept my trap shut. The gawkers stopped muttering amongst themselves, their attention drawn back to the spectacle of me. Lay down on the ottoman. On your back. And he was going to belt me? Now … get on your back. What position? I followed his instructions and got on my back, thighs flat on the ottoman, knees bent at the edge. He set his knee beside me and began drawing my bent legs up toward my chest. Oh my freaking god. I now knew what he meant. Shit, shit. Every— thing. I guess that was the point. Yeah, I was hot in the face and gooey inside and begging him for another way with my pleading, prickling eyes. Like this? Wrap your arms around and hold your legs here, steady. If you do, I will add to your lashes. We can all see the entirety of your wet pussy and your cute little backdoor, especially since you were so thoughtful to remove all your pubes. I yowled and bucked up, letting go of my legs. Hold your legs. It came swiftly and I screamed. I sobbed and shook. I was exhausted and prayed for the next two to be over, but this phase totally worked. I did feel bad for my actions, as well as foolish and sorry for chucking the eggs and dressing like a whore, all to impress my crazy House. And Logan had known how much I needed that revelation. He tapped me, rubbed the belt over me teasingly and made me wait at least thirty seconds between blows. The last lick felt like it cut me or something and I shrieked. The smart it left behind had me bawling. I thought it was over. You said six. You need to upgrade your Adobe Flash Player to watch this video. Download it from Adobe. Download Video. Humiliated teens fingering in sorority Submitted by bondagert days ago. 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Do it. I was done with being an angel stuck at second due to wimpification rather than shyness or some standard of morality urging me to be good. I knew I was bad, and I was always terrified to discover exactly how bad.

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But the ravenous hunger Logan was stirring up devoured every morsel of my anxiety, and my suppressed slut was tumbling out, all free and colorful and filthy. Touch me, touch me.

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I aaahhhed and shivered as he slowly swiped between my cheeks. Yes, yes. He followed the line down and pressed the pad of his index finger against my anus. He waited again. Silence from me. His middle and ring fingers circled around the entrance of my dripping sex, gathering my juice, visit web page when he went further than that and slid Humiliated teens fingering in sorority in.

Mmm, fuck. Ohmygod, wow. Ah, spanked, now, groped? One thing left. He was very, um, skillful. Could those men hear the sloshing I heard when he started sliding in and out? I wanted to buck up into his hand and swallow his fingers whole.

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Once I licked him clean, as sexily as possible, he released my hair and let me fall back into position. He ordered me to relax.

Naked store Watch Jpg desi fat china women nude images Video Aagreji Xxxxxxxxccc. I was crying so hard and biting my lip. There were phases to this? This was hurting like hell. I blubbered when I realized I had at least, at least, 60 spanks to go, but I stopped with a gasp when I felt his rigid cock poking into my hip. I was so tempted to grind into it but expected that would only lengthen this punishment. Knowing that brought me back into a state of pleasure, made me focus on the task at hand. I wanted him to stretch me, push me past what I thought I could possibly stand. This last minute was no picnic. Kicking it up indeed! He spanked me more forcefully than previously, in fact. I was spent. Falling even more lax against his legs, I sniveled and lazily kicked to try and expel some of the burn. I tensed up, waiting and waiting for another. Uh, thank god. Overcome with a lovely soaking of release, I kept crying. I felt cleansed and un -bad. I did it. I broke through. And I was thrilled-to-the-bone, believing that I pleased him. But at the same time, I felt sad because who knew when I might receive such a beautiful gift again. I was furious at my fleeting sense of gratefulness that this was over. Now, I wanted the pain back. I wanted the stings and the heat and an unending stream of slaps. Logan gently stroked and rubbed my back, sore bottom and thighs and let me lament on his lap for several minutes. I was mostly crying because I missed him already. Tomorrow promised a hellish separation from his strong hands and muscular hold. When I calmed, he stood me up, and, noticing the obvious weakness in my legs and dizziness from the blood rushing from my head, he wrapped his arm around my back to steady me. His fingertips brushed up and down along my side. I rested my cheek against his collar bone. He reached up with his other hand and wiped my tears. Now, stand up on the couch and bend over the back. Something had to better than nothing, even if it was extreme and promised the use of an implement. I sniffed my runny nose and nodded. I pulled the straps down on my red heels and kicked each one off, then climbed up on the couch and did as he requested. He knelt behind me again and flipped up the skirt of my babydoll. He hooked his fingertips on the strings of my panties and gingerly, slowly peeled them over my butt and down my thighs, leaving them to rest at the edges of my white socks that stopped just above the knee. A slow, sexy peel, aaahhh, lovely, Logan. My top pick for a strip. But I groaned as the sick feeling of abashment rushed into my stomach and head. Logan ran his soft hands up my thighs, took my cheeks in both hands and rubbed and squeezed. I cried out at the pleasure-pain. Reddened flesh. Such a pretty color on you. Legs apart. I want you to keep your wet, lacy panties right where I left them. Since I was being punished, I did not expect the slow lick he passed over my hot, puffy petals, and I gasped loudly and bolted upright. His weight rested on top of me and the rough texture of his jeans cut into my sore bottom. I was so aware of his hidden package, rock hard and pressing into the divide between my cheeks. He ground into me, making sure I felt it. Yeah, I felt it indeed. He grabbed my face, turned my head and whispered in my ear. Do you know, with you bent over like this, smashed up against the couch to push more of it back, that your bad girl pussy is exposed? And as soon as I move to get an implement, every one of these rich dudes will see it … your glistening, wet, swollen, pink pussy. I am so turned on, so fucking hard. You feel that? I loved that he gave me a little private speech, a delectable, yet sadly true message, just between us. It did the opposite of what he might have intended and chased every speck of my shame away. I was hotter than ever and dripping like a leaky faucet. He left a tugging bite on my earlobe, pulled up and away from me and stepped off the couch. His shoes clacked toward the back of the room. I was afraid to look up. The men muttered quietly among themselves at the view. If I think about the present company, especially Geoffrey, it makes me a little sick actually. Could they see the tears of joy slipping down? At his absence, a chill floated over me like a bed sheet. I liked the feel of his body on me, the weight, all his hard places pushing against my cushy ones. I swooned and moaned quietly at the thought of being under him someday, hell, right now. Taking all his furious, forceful thrusts. I wanted, no, I craved for him to be my first lay. This guy. Who knew me so entirely with one look. I reminded myself he was a stranger, that sexing him up him should be the last thing on my mind, but in that first eye-to-eye, we exchanged so many secrets, so much of our souls. It made me want to bare it all, to give in to him and have him know every inch of my body just as well. I adored him. There was no one in the world I felt more connected to, and that made me cry, because it was just so pitiful and pathetic. He could have a girlfriend. Or worse Logan was back behind me on the couch. Something roundish and wooden tapped me three times, then crashed into my ass. I screeched. The doorbell rang. A break. I sighed. Logan would wait for Geoff to delve out the candy. I bellowed when wood struck my flesh again, twice in quick succession. Is someone being spanked? She is being punished right now. I told you we should never do that. That we could get our butts whooped. Blood was already pooling in my face from being upside down, but it and my pink tulip went totally ablaze. All my breaths were huffs. Sixteen more with the ping pong paddle. Good god. I started to blubber. Could I take sixteen? He smacked the blurry line where thigh meets cheek, where it already stung the most, and alternated back and forth. Each hit felt like spikes driving into my flesh. I pressed my lips in and scrunched my face, but I decided to relax my bottom as the remaining blows were delivered. I was out of breath when he was only half way done. I whimpered at each blow, and let out a shuddering sob when they finally tallied up. He rubbed my back as he let me stay there for a few minutes. You can do it. Take it all … like bad medicine. My skirt flitted back down and my underwear spilled around my ankles. I loved the sound of his heartbeat, the scent of his skin. He stroked my hair. I wanted to scratch off his skirt and munch on his pecs and abs that looked so skillfully sculpted. His tribal percussion beat wildly against palm. Naughty, naughty, Logan. I had to mentally fight my hand to not travel down and do much wilder things. He shut the door behind him. I scrunched my nose in confusion. What the heck were we doing? Geoffrey was in the gallery, rushing back to check in on my butt-blasting, no doubt. He was mask free for the moment and dripping with sweat, his black, wet hair sticking every which way. His body odor curled my toes and made my nose crinkle and beg for a coffee bean reset. Get back to your post and suit up. My heart sped when he drew close to me, his chest stopping a few inches from mine. His left arm arched over me on the wall as he leaned in. My god, was he actually going to plant them on me? Electric sparks simmered beneath my skin, and they fluttered up to my face and down to my unpopped cherry. I felt hotter and hotter as I held his intense gaze, until I was boiling with need. His touch at my abdomen drifted down, down, until he was skimming across my thigh, whisking back and forth, then it began dancing, floating, rising, ever so softly, right under the hem of my flimsy skirt. He never lost contact with my skin or gaze during the glorious ascent. Breaths skipped out of my nostrils in double time. My lungs were on fire, hot and raspy with want, and my lips felt parched, drawing out a stroke of my tongue. You counted? The truth is right here. I was captivated and awestruck by the autumn in his eyes. His hand still blocking my lips, I shook my head side to side. I quivered and clamped my jaw to kill the wild groan of ecstasy rushing along my tongue, as he thrust up inside me and finger-fucked me in the hallway while kids were getting treats right around the corner. I closed my eyes and lolled against the wall. His furious pulse was maddening against my boobs. God, how I wanted this man. I dropped my hand and raked my nails, accidentally I think, but not regrettably, against the restrained bulge that was still too far away from me. All of his touches flared twangy ribbons of energy through my body. Not fake peach, real peach, ripe, succulent and sweet, ready to be eaten. Your shampoo or your body spray. Wanna know what I think, Luscious? He stopped moving his hand but stayed buried inside me. I cursed my cunt as it squeezed at the desired intrusion of its own volition, begging him to resume that scorching slide. Could I be more slutty? I think you should whimper and cry deep in your soul because I made you feel like the bad girl you are. And I think you should, at the end of it all, feel totally absolved and repentant. I can make that happen. My loins jolted and ached. He ran his tongue across his fucking awesome lower lip, and I could smell my arousal on him, all spicy sweet. You are the peach. Eating you out would surely be a heavenly experience, but only real angels deserve such a fun reward. You are here for punishment. Choose your poison. He was turned on, inspired, thrilled by my pick. He waited three seconds for me to change my mind, but I kept my trap shut. The gawkers stopped muttering amongst themselves, their attention drawn back to the spectacle of me. Lay down on the ottoman. On your back. And he was going to belt me? Now … get on your back. What position? I followed his instructions and got on my back, thighs flat on the ottoman, knees bent at the edge. He set his knee beside me and began drawing my bent legs up toward my chest. Oh my freaking god. I now knew what he meant. Shit, shit. Every— thing. I guess that was the point. Yeah, I was hot in the face and gooey inside and begging him for another way with my pleading, prickling eyes. Like this? Subscribe Subcribe to this video owner. Report This Video as Inappropriate Please select the category that most closely reflects your concern about the video, so that we can review it and determine whether it violates our guidelines or isn't appropriate for all viewers. Abusing this feature is also a violation of the Community Guidelines, so don't do it. Inappropriate rape, incest, etc. Underage Copyrighted Material Other. Popular comments Popular comments Recent comments. 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I did manage to sink back onto his legs with a lengthy exhale, but I kept my eyes shut tight. And then, more spanks, forceful and fast, came crashing into my ass, again and again and again. Okay, I was no longer loving Humiliated teens fingering in sorority as much. Each pop on my skin rocked me forward, nearly hurtling me off his lap. The feeling of instability returned to me, with only one arm free to brace myself against the floor.

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This was hurting like hell. I blubbered when I realized I had at least, at least, 60 spanks to go, but I stopped with a gasp when I felt his rigid cock poking into my hip. I was so tempted to grind into it but expected that would only lengthen this punishment. Knowing that brought me back into a state of pleasure, made me focus on the task at hand.

I wanted him to stretch me, push me past what I thought I could possibly stand. This last minute was no picnic. Kicking it up indeed! He spanked me more forcefully than previously, in fact. I was spent. Falling even more lax against his legs, I sniveled and lazily kicked to try and expel some of the burn.

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