One, two, three little drips of my cum came out of her, one splashing on my hip, and the other two on the floor as she stood on slightly unsteady feet beside me and pushed her skirt down to it's regular length, her golden bush being hidden once again
. My eyes flicked from her boobs to her eyes before she started to speak.
. If her mooing woke up Alistair, though, he had an extra punishment for her - rather than milking her with his hands, he would milk her with his belt, giving her thirty hard lashes of leather across the top of her agonisingly sensitive swollen tits, milk squirting from her nipples on each hit, and then wrapping the belt brutally tight around the base of each tit and pulling downwards, working her breast like a tube of toothpaste. He had been fantasising about these girls when they were pure and virginal, and once they had become sluts and started kissing each other outside church they had been in his dreams every night
One, two, three little drips of my cum came out of her, one splashing on my hip, and the other two on the floor as she stood on slightly unsteady feet beside me and pushed her skirt down to it's regular length, her golden bush being hidden once again
. My eyes flicked from her boobs to her eyes before she started to speak.
. If her mooing woke up Alistair, though, he had an extra punishment for her - rather than milking her with his hands, he would milk her with his belt, giving her thirty hard lashes of leather across the top of her agonisingly sensitive swollen tits, milk squirting from her nipples on each hit, and then wrapping the belt brutally tight around the base of each tit and pulling downwards, working her breast like a tube of toothpaste. He had been fantasising about these girls when they were pure and virginal, and once they had become sluts and started kissing each other outside church they had been in his dreams every night
One, two, three little drips of my cum came out of her, one splashing on my hip, and the other two on the floor as she stood on slightly unsteady feet beside me and pushed her skirt down to it's regular length, her golden bush being hidden once again
. My eyes flicked from her boobs to her eyes before she started to speak.
. If her mooing woke up Alistair, though, he had an extra punishment for her - rather than milking her with his hands, he would milk her with his belt, giving her thirty hard lashes of leather across the top of her agonisingly sensitive swollen tits, milk squirting from her nipples on each hit, and then wrapping the belt brutally tight around the base of each tit and pulling downwards, working her breast like a tube of toothpaste. He had been fantasising about these girls when they were pure and virginal, and once they had become sluts and started kissing each other outside church they had been in his dreams every night
