She jumped with surprise, not pain, when my hand made contact. Indian sex Veronica was a gorgeous woman to be sure, but I didn’t care for being treated like an object. “we’re heading to my office in the back. I am your Master. I was torn though, because Veronica was wearing a single piece dress that while intended for work, hugged her curves and stopped not very far below her hips. Master…it hurts.” She said meekly
Marlena gasped as I drew my hand back sharply…but then I took my nails and scratched from her thighs up her ass, leaving four red lines up her curvaceous ass. “Look Billy,” Veronica said, as we entered the office, “It’s time you came to some hard realities. She hummed out “MMMPH!”, her hips bean jerking as she spat out my cock and yelled “Dammit Billy…she began pumping her hips furiously…DAMMIT – AHHH!” then she shook and convulsed on top of me for a solid 10 seconds, before climbing off, panting heavily.
