The panty-fabric was now very dark green & clearly soaked, her eyes were shut, and Jordynn was leaning back in as before, making soft whimper/moaning sounds and panting. It was late afternoon when my custom-painted-Porsche Cayenne pulled in to the lot of the Coombs Inn, a quaint little B&B in the historic district, just off the boardwalk, at the mouth of the Apalach river. x video She then added a tiny, very quiet “sor-ry…” but she jumped & had the same reaction as she was spanked again. You really didn’t think I’d take you there, do you?” I let that insult burn in, then continued, “These people keep a little bungalow held just for me. ‘SLAP!’ My hand smacked her ass, hard.
