Listening to my new dark muse, I reached down, grabbed a nipple, crushed it, and twisted hard. Put all of this together and a woman becomes an artist’s canvas, there to be painted with welts and blood and cuts and bruises. Indian sex My lust had run its course for the moment, so fucking her again was not my first thought. After that she spit and cried, but otherwise just lay there as I deliberately drenched her from head to toe, paying special attention to her face, her tits, and her crotch. Reaching down she grabbed my rock hard cock, pressed it against the opening of her tiny, tight wet cunt and began trying to impale herself on what must have felt to her like a baseball bat. There are also many places to hit a woman with a belt, and different directions to swing from. So I grabbed her head and shoved until my cock was
