Luxury Peening Of Super Skinny Cheerleader

Bev grinned. She could sense some sort of change in the younger woman. It was obvious she could exploit it. But how? fetish Bev wanted to humiliate the girl like she had been humiliated when she was passed over. She grinned at Wendy’s back. Her round ass nearly exposed by her short skirt as she bent over the table. Bev felt an amazing sense of power and exhilaration as she swatted the young woman’s ass. Wendy’s head jerked up and she gasped in surprise. “You aren’t better than me now. Are you, whore?” Bev small tits asked. She grabbed the woman’s long brown hair and swatted her again. “Are you!” She demanded. “N...no ma’am.” Wendy responded meekly. “You...you are obviously my...superior.” She squeaked as another blow landed on her rear. “You have everyone fooled, but not me.” Bev said as she lifted Wendy’s skirt up past her round ass. Revealing two beautiful pale orbs hugging a silk thong. “What a whore. You’re just a lying, manipulative bitch. Probably slept your way to your position. Didn’t you!” The older woman continued to punctuate her words with sharp Brunette slaps on Wendy’s now bare asscheeks. Wendy winced as her derrière was punished. Her pale flesh slowly turning pink. It wasn’t true. She was a great employee. She had worked hard to get where she was. Of course, where she was, was bent over a table getting spanked by a co-worker. Wendy clenched her eyes shut in shame when she said, “Yes. That’s right. I’m terrible at my job. I...I manipulated and...and used my body.” There were tears in her closed eyes when she admitted, “I’m a complete whore, and don’t deserve my job.” Bev let out a laugh of triumph. She shoved Wendy to the floor and walked out in victory. “Whore.” She hissed back over her shoulder as Wendy sobbed. Grant was slowly and successfully dehumanizing the young couple. Ian was further along than Wendy. Things like wearing women’s clothes all the time and not being allowed to Solo teen drive, constantly ground away at his ego. Wendy was quickly catching up. She seemed to be taken a back teen slightly and turning she said, “What do you Solo mean by that.” She looked up at him and smiled while breathing heavily before slowly rising. A split second later, Lisi erupted into Jena's small tits hot mouth filling Brunette it with creamy spunk. ‘Of course. He is back on his feet now, zipping up his fetish overalls. Warrick was confused. “Yeah, me too.” It slipped from his lips. When are you going to let us in on where we're going?" “Yes, yes, yes!” she moaned.