"GONNA SHOW YOU HOW A REAL MAN FUCKS!" the muscular, Arabian- appearing male shouted down at her, brandishing his huge cudgel of flesh in one hand.The...leering crowd. naturally thinking it was all an imaginative new act, began to roar out their approval. "Yeah, man, give it to her!" several drunken voices echoed, and others began to clap and stamp their feet on the carpeted floor that produced an effect like that of excited drumbeats.Then, before the stunned young redhead realized what was. For the sixth swat, she aimed a bit lower, at the top of Beth's left thigh. Beth bit her lower lip and began to cry as Misty swatted her again. After a few more swats, Misty's hand began to really hurt. She paused. She walked over to her closet and pulled out a leather belt that she sometimes wore."No, Misty!" Beth cried out in horror when she saw the belt."Yes, Beth," Misty replied coldly. She wondered if Beth would put a stop to it now. The idea of the belt obviously made her. There was only so much I could see from my viewpoint, but I found myself getting excited by the show. I hadn't been laid in a couple months, and my desires were winning out against modesty. I absentmindedly humped the ground as I kept my torso propped up on my elbows. My thighs squirmed a little as I felt my arousal build up in my core. I never watched other people have sex, except in porn, but something about watching them was getting me hot. More so than the summer heat did.I watched my. Ab mummy hatko pakadli aur muje apne tarf keech li aur muje apne bagome leli, aur muje kiss karne lagi, fir mummy mere short ko uttar di aur jaldi jaldi kam kar rahi ti, fatta fat mere landko pakad kar sehalane lagi aur muje apne upper keechli aur mere lund ko apne chootme ghusad rahi ti, mere lund dire dire mummy ki choot ke andar ghus rahata, me khud ko bool chukka ta, bool geya muje kya karna hai, ab mummy apni dono haatse mere kamar seet ko pakadkar dabane lagiti, aur poora lund chootke.