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Splat!” into the dripping wet tissues. Each time the stinging tip obediently found its desired mark between my open fingers. A splattering spray of moist, sticky droplets burst into the air with each accurately placed strike, perfuming the air around me with the alluring scent of wet twat in heat. Lisa writhed and shrieked in agony as I nodded with satisfaction at Kara’s helpful suggestions. Removing my hand, I selected a new target. With deliberate precision I snapped the willow switch and its narrow tip blurred, landing a searing bite on Lisa’s quivering rectal pucker. She bucked, groaning, shrieking, and howling all at once. I waited patiently, allowing her sobbing body to collapse back on top of the barrel. As soon as she settled into place, providing me a steady target, I struck again, laying a fresh new indoor welt directly across the top of the previous one. Her taunt little anus, still throbbing from the earlier strike, fluttered back and india forth in anguished protest as the new mark also reddened. Lisa was gasping in short, desperate gulps of air, sobbing and begging for mercy. Swollen with pain, the girl’s muscular anal ring puckered up into a fleshy little crater, throbbing visibly with every beat of her wildly naturals pounding heart. In response I dealt her an even dozen blows, lickty-split, lashing one after another down onto her frantically puckering asshole. An almost inhuman sound erupted from the girl in a continuous wail of agony. I felt not a touch of mercy or remorse over the savage tanning that I laid down onto her cringing little rectum. The muscles in Lisa’s taunt thighs and buttocks clenched in a frantic series of convulsive spasms. She thrashed in her helpless position on top of the barrel before collapsing back down, sobbing mindlessly. Casually inspecting the willow switch for wear, I found the tip was beginning to fray with use. The very end was now a wet, feathery fan of tattered, delicate fibers, which only seemed to increase its vicious sting. I tested the tip, teasing across my fingers before I once more lashed out again, landing a another single, biting nip of the switch on her puckering anus -- lucky number thirteen -- just for good measure. She simply moaned and barely flinched, a small trickle of drool escaping from her slack-jawed lips. “You’ll need to give your play-thing a rest,” Kara observed, not a hint of actual concern creeping into her voice. “She’ll go numb to the pain and you’ll just wear out your switch on unappreciative flesh.” I nodded in understanding. Lisa lay on top of the barrel, quivering and sobbing, awash in self-pity. Her unfurled cunt lips, swollen and engorged with sexual excitement, throbbed visibly in time with the pulse of her rapidly beating heart. I gazed with interest in the sweltering swamp of her abused little fuck slot, noting the appearance of an oozing indian trail of orgasmic discharge. It thickened into a slug of honey-like fluid. The leading droplet reached the bottom of her gaping gash, trailing downward, suspended on a gossamer-thin shimmering strand of fluid. I leaned in, tongue extended, catching the errant drip before it could be wasted onto the ground. Bringing my tongue upward, I licked gently through the folds Incredible of her twat, savoring her spent sexual energy. Her eyes glazed in a dizzying whirlwind of pain and pleasure overload, Lisa mindlessly ground her hips as I dug my tongue in deeper, delving into the cum-drenched bog of her clutching pussy. Her juices poured freely from her velvety folds, feeding me. ##### Part 17 - The Midnight Ride of Lisa, Dear ##### Kara meanwhile rose from her spectator position in the grass behind me, her attention drawn elsewhere. I pulled my face back out of Lisa’s sticky twat, stretching glistening streamers of vaginal wetness between our lips. He made a clean hit, knocking me straight to the ground. Then she stopped sucking. Licking his lips, he looked at her hairless vagina, positioned his india dick just outside and thrust into her dry pussy. I'm afraid that Colonel Dempsey is still in the med bay." The next naturals thing that I knew was that a motor started and I felt my little tits aching and feel like never before. I kiss her on the lips with a burning passion and she kisses me back just as fervently. It was… magical. "Are you taking pictures?" Armed with Incredible an M60, the second soldier jogged over and indian began picking through indoor the rubble. Moaning with each thrust, she trembled between them, her body slowly becoming accustomed to their cocks. These are wonderful,” the man said, cupping her tits in his hands. It had to be a daydream, but it felt so real. The sheik used Fatima’s hair to hold her head erect.