This is sheer torture; I feel like such a horny, slutty b***h, all I want is for his big fat c**k to f**k the daylights out of me. Marcus made this more special by introducing John to our little escapades.
A hard smack on my p***y left me gasping. Then John hit a ruler into the palm of his hand before smacking the inside of my thighs, just to heighten my desire but also to make me cry out, be a bit submissive.
“Do you want him to stop?” Marcus asked.
“No,” I whispered.
John got naked. He peeled his clothes off slowly and watched me, watched my eyes and what I was focusing on. His c**k was thick and hard, engorged with blood, the veins jutting out as his shaft stood to attention before him.
“Get between her legs,” Marcus demanded as I quivered with desire.
“Put your knob just on the o
