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Taking up the belt, he slammed it down on the soft, red flesh. Only this time, the narrow tip curled along the curve of her ass and lashed against the tender inside of her white thigh. Renee cried outs but Manuel's hand was twined in her long, black hair and she couldn't move. The belt snapped across her butt again, and this time it didn't miss. The uncurling leather rippled in a hot flame that smashed against the tender lips of her cunt. Close to unconsciousness, Renee held back the tears stubbornly. Her whole ass was on fire and now this. Why was he doing it? Wasn't it enough that he could do what he wanted with her? Wasn't fucking her enough? she cried to herself. The belt flailed down again and again and she could tell the way he drove his cock into her mouth, the way it flared, when his probing belt slapped her tender slit, that Manuel was enjoying her pain. |
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She sobbed out loud as the pain engulfed her. And then she was sliding into darkness. When she woke, Renee was on her back staring at the ceiling. Manuel was panting in her ear and a delicious agony was radiating through her body from her tender cunt. Manuel lurched against her and she cried out in agony. His rod plunged into her burning depths, her smarting vagina tried to retreat, and then her burning, blistered ass hit the table and she plunged her hips into the air carrying Manuel up on his imbedded prick. "Bueno!" he cried. "muy bueno." And he drove his prick in deeper and harder. Tears poured from Renee's eyes. She couldn't stand it---and she couldn't stop. Her body tingled with pleasure as that pulsing prick bored into her. Even when her burning ass quivered in agony, the rest of her thrilled to darts of pleasure.