“But… Indian sex video “I mean no sir!” she cried out desperately, begging Justin to stop the beating. Quickly recovering, she got up without saying another word, nearly sprinting for the basement. Brittany was now desperately trying to please him, and she was quickly succeeding more than she knew. He instinctively turned to his clock, which was broadcasting a more reasonable hour of 11. He was grateful (for once) of the low humming of the hot water heater, as it masked his light breathing and footsteps perfectly. Finally he began to slow his thrusts, his body exhausted from the workout. He instinctively turned to his clock, which was broadcasting a more reasonable hour of 11. Here I was expecting a Target gift card or some shit, and you’re just sitting there, planning on leading me downstairs and fucking me while I’m helplessly strapped to a wall or something?!” Justin was shocked at how poorly this had gone, genuinely scared of the look on Brittany’s face. “I just figured… He quickly dug into the gym bag underneath her, recovering a paddle. Be a good little slut, and they can stay that way.”
“Yes sir,” was Brittany’s only response, as she was quickly getting the hang of this game.
