Indian Aunty 1551

I gasped as her arm swirled in an arc. The whip leaped into the air, a blur of movement. CRACK!My butt-cheek clenched. She didn't land it on me, but a... inch from my asscheeks. I felt the caress of air washing over my rump. I shuddered at the sound it made. That would hurt. I whimpered, my futa-dick twitching in my mother's embrace.Why was I still hard?“Since you are new to this,” she said, “I'll give you a choice. You can accept your punishment like a responsible, young woman, or your mother. He reached down with his right hand and stroked his own randy meat. Still watch­ing the images in the mirror, John shoved his butt back toward Sam. Two more inches went in. John braced himself with both hands on the bed and pushed back again. And this time it was like he'd been getting fucked regularly all his life—every fuck­ing inch of that meat went into his hole and up inside his belly smoothly and easily. And it turned him on like crazy!He'd never felt this kind of lust before. His whole. More

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