Shana and Grace III

I opened the mirror and asked Grace to stand in front of it, with her back towards me. When I had finished licking down her back, I grabbed her pelvic bones from behind and dragged her down, so she almost fell. A Graceful smile, and a hard slap on the cheek, and, as I turned, a smack, as spanking, burning pain on my buttocks. I turned all around, and Shana put away the cane and installed the buttbreaker.

Grace turned me, got me down, and the rator slid into her wet, musty cunt. Noiselessly. Smack, Ouch, the cane — I shot forward, Ouch said Grace and shoved backwards, OW, that was the butt of the buttbreaker hitting my hole and rammed in deep. So back on Grace, who howled at the speed, and bounced back, ow, it was crazy, shaking, back forth oscillation, till I came as a ship fallen down in a wave, and, at the highest dale, when the sperm flooded the cunt, the Cane hit twice, three, four times, blood trickled and as I fell back, my feet went red.