Hot Bitch Amy Reid Loves To Get Her Cracks Abused By Her Cutiefriend's Wild Hands

I cursed my poor aim, my intended target having been her tightly puckered asshole. I had missed my mark by several inches. “You little bitch!” Lisa hissed in rage. “How DARE you! You turn me loose! I swear I’ll...” ‘Crack!’ I stopped her mid-rant with another vicious swipe of the switch, laying down another bleeding stripe, this one on her lower back. I cursed under my breath again, seeing that my aim was not improving. The second welt bloomed into place, swollen, bleeding red, and angry. Then -- before she had a chance to mouth off again -- I delivered a third full-force blow. I meant to catch her square across the protruding mound of her pussy, but again I lacked the skill, catching her instead on the back of her thigh, right below the crease where her wonderfully softcore rounded ass began. She howled in pain and then broke into a fit of frantic sobs as a small trickle of blood oozed its way down the back of her leg. Until now the silent observer, Kara stepped in with a bit of advice. “Control your anger, Kristy, mature darling,” she soothed. “You’re trying too hard. She can only register so much pain from the end of your lash, no matter how hard you strike. Ease off a bit and your aim will improve.” “Observe.” She held out her hand and I plumper dutifully handed over the willow switch. Kneeling down behind Lisa’s wide-spread rear, Kara lightly held the sprig between her thumb and forefinger. All it took was a quick snap of her wrist. The tip of the three foot long switch cut through the air with an angry buzz and stuck with deadly accuracy, catching the sniffling Lisa right between the lips of her pretty little cunt with a resounding ‘Snap!’ I thought Lisa would tear a muscle, so hard did she attempt to jump. The muscles in her legs and rump contracted in a spasm, trembling. The barrel creaked in protest and she let out a mighty yowl of dismay. Lesson delivered from master to student, Kara handed the switch back to me and sat down in the grass to watch. Holding the switch as Kara had shown, I gave an experimental twitch of my wrist. The flexible wooden shaft now responded like a precision instrument instead of a clumsy weapon of brute force. The business end of the willow switch cut though the air and I marveled at my new-found degree of control. Turning my attention back to the involuntarily restrained and struggling Lisa-Marie, I repeated the effort. The switch hissed though the air, connecting with the ever-so-tender flesh between Lisa’s cunt and asshole. Big Tits Spot-on target! I was surprised at the power and speed the small motion of my wrist could generate in the tip of the switch, coupled with the vastly increased level of precision. I stopped to savor Lisa’s prolonged squeal of pain, verifying the effectiveness of the technique. An angry welt bloomed, but no cut or bleeding was inflicted. I looked to Kara, who nodded with approval at my vastly improved technique. I settled down onto my knees behind Lisa, carefully pondering my next target. Decision made, I reached out and gently spread the lips of her twat with my fingers, revealing the wet, pink flesh inside. With a chubby rapid-fire motion I landed three quick blows of the willow switch, “Slap! Crack! Splat!” into the dripping wet tissues. Each time the stinging tip obediently found its desired mark between my open fingers. She was trying to recall why she felt so bad, the night before was an elusive mystery, but it was slowly coming together in tiny fragments. She screamed as she was being stretched plumper even more than any of Mary’s 35 studs that day already. mature His tears rolled from his eyes as he sobbed. Tomiko didn’t sleep well at all. I don’t go particularly slow, the heat and the tightness make me want to be all the way in, till my belly presses against her buttocks. “And this lovely view of the Virginia countryside.” Singapore. Kumquat! I went to the kitchen and they were Big Tits laughing even harder. Vicky breathed, gazing intensely into her sister's eyes. “Right, Daddy!” Sam said. “Don’t you want to be a good girl?” I left as an E-7 Gunnery Sergeant. “I'll let you indulge.” Lucilla groaned in relief, and grinded her thighs together. I trailed my fingers up her leg gently, I think, tickling as I went chubby higher. “We'll see” softcore Emily grinned enigmatically. The room was scattered with mannequins adorned in bathing suits and large posters with scantily clad girls at beaches and pool scenes. All week she had been hoping that Tom would ask her to go with him, but that hadn’t happened. I love making men cum, I love watching them cum, I love wearing their cum, I love eating their cum as often as I can.” Staci's breathing sped up a little.