Three ass queens and brutal dildos

I slowly pulled with all my might and the makeshift buggy started rolling again, my master brimming with joy like a Roman gladiator triumphantly riding his chariot around the Colosseum. I could feel the belt squeeze my balls, pulling them hard and with them pulling my hard cock down and between my thighs. He whipped me a few more times and each time the belt left rosy marks on my skin. “Please,” I managed to mumble, “enough…” Another whipping made me stop, only this time he aimed at my squished balls. He hit me hard twice, maybe three more times while I kept pulling the chair with him. No wonder my cock started drooling pre-cum juices leaving a shiny streak on the hardwood floor. Then suddenly, in spite of my tremendous effort, the flashing chair was stuck. “Pull!” indian he shouted again asian whipping my ass. As he was sitting facing my stretched balls, he raised his legs and rested his feet on my butt cheeks. I felt his push adding more tension to the two belts that linked my balls to the chair. “Pull!” he shouted again and whipped my back. I moaned with pain when I managed to pull my master again and realized the wheels of the chair were now on the carpet making it difficult to roll like before, like a car stuck in mud. I did my best and pulled my chariot until we reached the hardwood floor again. The liquid started to fill asian Anju's bladder. Hell I was enjoying the hell out of this. She indian ain’t one of those little sluts at school though, this is my aunt. “Do you and Rizwana never please your flashing husband at the same time? What he is trying to do is call forced submission, and you will not be going down that path now that I know you. I was shocked. Just a little more, her mind begged. "Daddy! “Hey, we’ve lived in apartments and condos the last five years and dorm rooms. "Where,, did you just get in? Not in trouble?" I guess there was one more to the group. “Yes I do, but does Lucy know you are threatening me like this? They were just simple doves, but we knew what they meant, a symbol of our pact. “But I was.” I protested.