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Renee tried to mumble around his fat penis. Finally nodded her head. " Bueno!" Wide-eyed, staring into the thin black hair on Manuel's belly, she began sucking anxiously at his cock which seemed to have blown up twice its usual size at the first blow of the belt. Maybe, if she did well, he wouldn't hit her again. Maybe. The second blow was lighter. Just a soft leather slap that warmed her rear. She jerked against Manuel, ramming his cock all the way into her throat, feeling the soft head filling her and making her gag for an instant. And then Manuel found his swing. Faster and faster, harder the blows rained down on her ass. Each time the belt hit it found a more tender place, until Renee was whimpering continually around Manuel's throbbing meat. |
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"Spread your legs!" he ordered.
Inside, Renee cringed. It was too much. She couldn't. Her body wouldn't obey her. Manual spoke to Fran. Renee listened to him order the blonde girl to do it for her.
Then she felt Fran's warm, slender hands on her ankles, moving her legs further and further apart until they were pulled wide open and her sweaty crack was quivering, exposed to the cold air of the room.
It was almost as if her legs, her body didn't belong to her anymore. She couldn't control them---tell them to close themselves. But she could feel there stretched out and out and out.
Manuel ran his hand over the soft globes of Renee's ass. She quivered as his hand caressed the glowing redness where the belt had struck. The movement lighted his cock on fire.