Instead, a punch hit her soft, hanging flesh, and Jennifer let out a shocked sob, trailing off into a gasp of pleasure as her bruised flesh bounced. Another hit came, knocking one breast sharply against the other, the obscene sound of skin slapping together echoing in her ears as she felt her milk spray with each impact. This was everything she'd ever wanted, milking and abuse, objectification and casual use. Whoever was on the other side was strong, a faceless brute that used her tits like punching bags without a hint of mercy. Over and over he struck her, and with each time the knuckles slammed into her soft flesh, she imagined the bruises she would bear. Marring her perfect creamy skin, covering her beautiful, massive breasts. It was enough to ignite her masochism to new heights, and she was disappointed when the strikes stopped coming. A part of her had wanted him to never stop, to keep going until her breasts were beat bloody. "More," she moaned, her mouth close to the wall. Her breasts throbbed, but with a new, hot pain instead of the dull ache from before. It made her want them to keep going, to abuse her until the pain built up to a climax. She was already close, so close. The excitement of it all had her body thrumming with arousal, her trembling thighs soaked with her wetness. Her nipples trembled with vibrations of each rapid beat of her heart, droplets of milk constantly weeping from her huge reddened tits. They still felt so full, full enough for hours of milking. "More!" she wept, not noticing the tears on her own cheeks. Something small, soft and slightly wet pressed against her skin, a teasing touch that cooled the inflamed heat of her pummeled tits. It felt pleasant, and confused Jennifer in her lust-addled state as it began to slide across her tits, taking odd swirls across her flesh. It would pull away for the briefest moment, then return, making a few quick movements before doing the same thing again... They were asian writing on her. Another marker tip pressed against her skin on the other breast, the same tiny wet point of sensation, scratching out a word or two. She wished she could read what they were writing, know what they had labeled her as. Even imagining the possibilities made her rub her thighs together, whimpering at the need she felt to be hurt further. This was to teen tease her, she knew. A time for her arousal to cool before they stoked it high once again, for they knew she would enjoy this pain. Even without seeing her, they controlled her. And she loved it. After a minute or so of writing, Jennifer felt something solid and flat slide beneath her breasts. It supported them, the curved undersides of her tits resting upon its surface, which seemed stable and sturdy. It all puzzled her for a moment, though she enjoyed the feeling of her milk puddling around her hot skin, as well as the burden this took off fetish her back, strong though she was. Relishing these sensations, she found herself totally unprepared for when the next strike came. A booted foot slammed down onto Jennifer's left breast, spraying milk so hard from the sudden pressure that Jennifer thought her nipple might pop off. It crushed down on her flesh, and she screamed, hips convulsing as she was filled with the Hardcore pain. The weight japanese of the person stayed on her, and she felt the milk fountain from the breast under the boot. It was hot, the heavy flow squirting out in a single thick stream. It must look so pathetic, her hard nipple twitching as her tit was squished. Swallowing back a moan as she imagined it, Jennifer felt a pulse of heat in her pussy, riding the edge of climax as the heel of the foot ground against her. When the boot finally lifted away, she didn't beg to ask for more this time. They'd heard her pleas, and knew how to answer them. Of course, the ladies all tried to politely decline, but not my Dakota she decided she wanted two slices of pie. You’re the best, you’re such an inspiration, really. I moaned and groaned. I really hope as I get older that my ass will become fuller. It didn’t look as if Jon was trying too hard, I’m sure that I’ve seen him put more effort into giving me my punishments. She felt this and ground her hips into me until I finished throbbing. So, I had to make them uncomfortable. I open the bathroom door and call in, "Mom, you got to go answer that." “I know,” I sneered as I began to fuck her with wanton abandon. “I.. “Forget it.” I said, finally catching my breath, “I just… I just can’t do it, you know? No water again. Copyright 2018 by the author. What did I do?” I was there for them to give and receive pleasure. A smile appeared on her face as she rapidly hurried to teen carry out Derrick's instructions. Dropping to all fours, she crawled forward and grabbed the marker. japanese I have forgotten so many things fetish I can now feel them there it's just there is something between me and them." She raised one eyebrow and smirked at me. “Wow, for a second there it almost seemed like you were the dom of us two.” asian She laughed to herself and continued her trail down my stomach. I replied, "Yeah whatever you like." And just as she reached the bathroom, her gown which was torn at the back started to slide down her body. “No.” I said again, with even less conviction. Ron could feel his dick begin to grow instantly. Slowly it began to caress and massage her one ass-cheek. We were shown into a lounge most probably as big as my small flat which of course now belonged to Shirley, everyone was given Hardcore a glass of wine, lm no connoisseur but it went down nicely. A handsome twenty something. “Now Chad,” Julie began her well-rehearsed speech. I was so happy, I gave him a hug and kissed his cheek and then asked if Katie can come along. “One of twenty-two and seven will be whipped on the idol” Yewubdar whispered. With a heavy sigh and an exasperated eye roll, Madeleine spoke.