Women In Same-sex Relationships

He was slapping hard on my delicate slit with his thick, heavy flesh held in one hand. “Did you get a hard-on at least, dad?…”

Instead of answering me, he tapped his sausage, vibrating like a steel spring, on my fingers, I still searching for something inside. He slipped my feet over the outside of my shoulders and cross-locked my ankles behind my neck. Even though I stretched my mouth to the limit, he pushed his barely fitting cock straight in. When my little feet almost disappeared in his palms, I realized how big his hands were, or tiny my feet were. He was happy to be able to get hard-on again. My thin pink petals were swollen to the thickness of a finger from the beating and began to turn purple. With both hands he clawed my butt cheeks tightly and spread them apart. It looked bad and it’s torso was so swollen with blood that veins almost burst, it’s shaft originally straight as a ruler was like a stale fish now. With my ankles behind my neck, he could have taken me by my buttocks, sat me