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My mistress considered for a moment. “Loser gets a bare-bottomed willow-switch flogging?” she suggested. I shivered, mentally savoring the thought of delivering an energetic tanning to Kara’s shapely backside. “Done!” I agreed, sealing the bet with a handshake. I looked up. The black ebony stallion had made some progress, managing to spike about fourteen inches of rigid black cock into the quivering depths of Lisa-Marie’s wrecked little asshole. But he drooped his head in exhaustion, heaving for breath. I smiled quietly to myself, sure that my winning of the bet was all but assured. Underneath the stallion, Lisa stirred to life. The countless anal fuck thrusts had wrenched the girl forward and back on top of the barrel, stretching her restraining cords and affording her a small degree of motion. She made use of what she had, arching her back and wriggling her hips as she pushed herself backwards against her mount. I could see the tender, straining flesh of her widely splayed asshole shudder, pulsing back and forth in an excited state. The fleshy anal embrace milked the equine’s massive cock shaft in a lustful grip. Midnight snorted, rearing his head up in wide-eyed response to the sensation. His tail lashed back and forth, a second wind seeming to come over the animal. I cursed under my breath, thinking it might well be my naked little bottom that would be again brought to suffer the lash under the lost terms Big Tits of my wager. Never bet against a Hairy four-hundred year old witch, I mentally chastised myself. In a frenzy, Midnight savaged the helpless girl, baring his teeth with aggression as his mighty haunches surged forward. Like some unstoppable force of nature, the huge stallion brutally thrust and thrust, punching his cock forward relentlessly. Lisa groaned, arching her back, surging backwards with trembling hips to enhance the effort. I watched in amazement as what had been a stalled effort was reborn as enthusiastic progress. Inch - thrust! After inch - Fuck! Pounding! Sweating! Squealing! Groaning... begging. Midnight’s nostrils flared and his seemingly tireless haunches at last began to quiver with fatigue. Lisa too was at her limits, muscles tense and quivering with exhaustion as she eagerly provided her body as the loving saddle for her stallion’s mounting. And then I lost my bet. With a final desperate heave of his haunches, Midnight truly bottomed out in Lisa’s asshole. The firm, rounded cheeks of her heart-shaped rump pressed flat against her stallion’s loins. The huge black equine followed through, once more lifting the back end of barrel -- and the girl -- into the air to assure that every last fraction of an inch of his throbbing horse cock was fully impaled into her hot little shitter. For Yasha, that end happened when she was lying on the desk, the back of her head on my laptop, her one hand hanging down and her other rubbing herself. She threw her arms around his chest, drew him down, as their bellies slammed together she moaned in his ear “Oh-my-gawd, NOW!” I walked home hard as a rock the whole time building up saliva in my mouth ran the last few blocks, got to my room spit right into my hand and jerked myself off thinking about what I had just seen. The feel of her sent such pleasure through my naga body. He held out his hand, and her father, semiconscious and lying on the floor, Big Tits was once more lifted up into the air by an invisible force. The procession stopped at the side of the bed then the women turned to me and as if linked in mind began to pull at the buttons and zippers that held my clothes together. She was a skinny brunette with beautiful porcelain light skin. "Or the entire basketball team," ebony she said aloud to herself giggling. He clenched his fist and turned toward Mark. Suggestions and comments are always welcomed. It looped around twice and yanked him back, so hard that he spun around. I knew John had several side pieces… Jen was putting out an when Hairy your 16,17 yrs old… pussy is really the only thing that mattered. Dawn stood up and turned toward her mistress looking down at the floor. Fighting off his lecherous thoughts, James was unaware that a small amount of his lustful aura was creeping out, affecting his sister and feeding her own sinful desires. “That's not what I meant,” Jason said. When I entered the house, I could smell something cooking in the crockpot. As she did, the tip of her brother's cock slid down the crack of her ass and rested against the sensitive skin between her ass hole and the entrance to her virgin cunt. “It appears my little love slaves have forgotten to install the center pieces of my masterpiece of pain.” Both parties glared at Thomas, who shrugged and elected to look out the window.