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Dazed she followed my command.?24 strokes, in quick succession, with the leather belt is your punishment. You don’t need to count but I would suggest that you try keep that position.? I don’t believe she quite understood but she would find out soon enough.I positioned myself nicely behind her so that I could swing the belt freely either back handed or fore handed.?Ready??A muffled Yes Mistress protruded through the soiled gag and I began my onslaught.As promised the strokes fell in quick. She pulled it open and lowered her zipper. She was not wearing panties, and I could see her blonde pubic hair. She dropped her jeans and stepped out of them. The lips of her pussy were swollen and engorged.She pulled me over to the motorcycle, which was still idling. Still grasping my hands, she sat sideways on the saddle of the BMW and spread her legs wide. Her clitoris was beginning to protrude from the golden curls of her pussy hair. She pulled my head to her.I ran my tongue over her fine. She moaned softly, and that was more than Robert's horny body could handle right now. With a grunt he deposited his semen into his wife's mouth and face, covering her cheeks an running down her chin. Then things really took a weird turn as Chrissy leaned down and kissed her mother on both cheeks. When she got up, Robert marveled at the sight of the cum smeared around his little daughter's mouth and he shot another big load into the cleavage of her mother's tits. “Now hurry and don't be late,”. And she needed to get fucked. Right now!She walked up to me and I scooted up to the edge of the couch. I grabbed her hips and slid my hands around to her soft little ass as I buried my face between her breasts. Her skin tasted so sweet, a little salty from the thin film of sweat. She moaned and grabbed my head pulling me into her.I continued squeezing her ass through her dress, as I kissed and sucked her breasts. She was stroking my head and moaning. I started focusing on her hard little.
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