She’d read his email – the latest punana story he posted – and allowed herself to masturbate, but then, she’d taken that cold, cold shower. Milf sex Every morning is the same now, has been for ten days. Whoever was swinging it wasn’t holding anything back, the leather landed dead-center every time, pounding at its cunt lips and swollen clitoris. punana jerks against the poles as the open-palm cunt spanking continues, the voices in the room laughing and taunting it, telling it to behave like the animal it is. punana scrambles on its hands and knees, trying to get to its feet, but the spiked heels that have been grafted to its bones make it too difficult. “Enough!” she said, turning off the vibrator. The Doctor lifts punana’s face with his foot, lifts it high, then jerks his foot back. The nipple stretchers were relentless, the pain shot through its body but it kept cumming, muttering incoherently now, the pain washing over it and arousing it, cum squirting into the air and running down the front of its body,
