You're lying, a liar! - I grabbed a whip from the table and began to whip it over the breasts - scary, but not painful, they were too packed in fabric. - Dirty liar! He showed your panties to the whole school, with which you, fucking, wiped cum from your boobs!

- Stole them from me! - screaming in despair Sisistik. - Pikachulin and stole! And then he put it in them!

- Oh you, slanderer! - choking with indignation, I began to whip her on the buttocks, trying to get to the bottom, on the bare gentle folds. - You are on whose son's mouth you paw, hungry cunt? In general, do you want to work in the education system? He could not steal! And he could not lie! And the five could not get, because stupid! Only for a bribe, he could start learning!

- My mother called him! My mother ordered him to put the top five!

I began to whip it on the legs and thighs with a vengeance:

- What are you, really fucking ?! Who are you slandering bitch ?! Think about brains !!! Better admit that you gave him! Admit, gave ?!

- Gave! - sobbed Sisistik.

I whipped her whip on the back:

- Oh, you slut! Boobs guys showed!

- Showed!

- Full answer, proshmandovka!

- Showed boys tits!

- Tits their big, fucking!

- My big fucking tits!

I pushed her face to the floor. The ass turned out to be sticking out, the pulled back skirt bare barely covered with a ribbon, a relaxed, just in anticipation, anal hole. Directly beneath her transparent dark fabric crushed sponge-rich meaty cunt. With ecstasy, I began whipping lash round berries, immediately swelling with purple marks:

- So who are you ?! Who, I ask!

“Fuck,” Sisyastic cried to the floor.

- Wrong! You are a dirty fuck! Cheap slut! Repeat!

- I'm a cheap slut and dirty fuck!

“Well, that’s what we’ve figured out,” I stopped whipping and thoughtfully looked at my beautiful ass lolling from the beatings, at my cunt coming out. “Do you know who is worse than a whore?”

“No,” whispered Sisyastic, who stopped crying immediately, but did not dare change position.

“Only unskilful fuckers are worse,” I said admonishingly. - Such as you. Well, nothing, we will fix you ... For example, how should a fucking shorts be worn?

Sisyastic was silent, but I was not up to her. Squatting down, I began to push the fabric of the panty into her pussy with my finger and with amazement found that Sisyastik was wetting like a bottle of oil!

- Like this! - I grabbed the panties and sawing movement rubbed them into her crotch, so that fleshy small sponges fell out on both sides of the fabric and trembled. - That's how the fucking panties should be worn! - Not holding myself, I began to caress the pussy with my fingers, knead, stretch. Sisyastik moaned, whether from light pain, or from light pleasure. I really wanted to lick and suck this tender flesh, but - not, not the topic.

- Throw off the jacket, - I ordered, playing enough.

Sisyastic obediently straightened and let the jacket fall to the floor. I crouched behind, looking over our shoulder at our shared reflection:

- Well, tell me, does a fuck have a right to a bra?

“No, Pal Palych,” Sisytik sobbed and lowered her eyes.

- Remove immediately!

With a sob of compassion, the girl pulled her skirt up to remove the dress. Oh, yes, otherwise she cannot cope: there are all kinds of straps ... No, that will not work. First, long, second, I like the dress.

- Set aside to take off the dress! - I shouted and with otytyazhchkoy, painfully slapped his palm over the exposed round berries, so that they then even slightly trembled. - Who allowed to remove the dress?

Sisistik quietly screamed and frantically pulled her little skirt into place.

“Okay,” I rejoiced, “you can keep the bra off.” Just take the boobs out. But leave the dress!

Sobbing, Sisyastik unzipped the zipper on her back, crawled in front under the transparent gure, pulled out the tender large breasts, folded her bra cups in half, and put the breasts on top, palm-like. I silently zipped her.

- Hair.

She raised her hands and pulled out the studs in two movements. The haircut has broken up with a gorgeous golden tail - from the back of the head almost to the bottom.

“Well,” I said in satisfaction.

Both of us, with bated breath, looked at her exciting reflection: a short skirt, from under which dark folds of the labia lips, a tender mouth swelled by slaps, reddened cheek-cheeked eyes, moist humble eyes (the left golden bang was hidden by a falling wave), and even the drips of mascara on her cheeks lay down like a make-up artist's hand: as if the long shadows of eyelashes are not disfiguring, but giving a fleur-like face to a childishly swollen face of helplessness - and of course phenomenal, huge breasts, touchingly white, stretching transparent fabric, round, solder puffed up by cupped cups and squeezed by the bra straps, they looked invitingly into the mirror with large nipples surrounded by very large pink halos.

- How did you manage to be born with such halos? - I asked secularly, almost choking with saliva, and lightly slapped her nipples. - This is disgusting. They are the size of a coffee saucer. Ugh, how vulgar!

“Sorry, PalPalych,” Sisytik lowered her eyes. - If I may, I will cover them with my palms so as not to spoil your view of my breasts ...

- I'll cover you! It is so vulgar that even worries. And if it becomes unpleasant to me, I will just hit you again. Now you see what the fuck should look like?

- I see.

- Handsomely?

- Yes...

I slapped her cuff:

- Fuck this is not beautiful! It is vulgar! Gone! And excites base desires! Do you understand?

- Got it!

- Tell me what you are!

- I am vulgar, vulgar, arousing base desires.

“Well done,” I put my hand in front of her between my legs, patted my lips sex a little, then firmly grasped them and pulled. “Now crawl over me.” And carry it!

I put a whip in her mouth. So we went to the table - I was backing down on my haunches, pulling Sisyastika behind me behind my pussy, and she, on her knees, clenching her whip with her teeth and faithfully looking into my eyes. At the table I let her go, rose to my feet, took handcuffs and bound her hands behind her back. Sisystic did not resist. Taking a whip from my mouth, I sat on the edge of the table, legs spread wide apart, and ordered:

- Closer crawl.

Sisyastik crawled.

- Even closer.

Sisyastik crawled, cautiously looking at my pants, which was ten centimeters from her face.

- Shoulders straighten.

She straightened, pulling her chest even more. Now they touched my hips and, moving my legs, I could squeeze and release them.

- Well, tell me about your fucking affairs.

“What? ...” she opened her blank eyes, and with pleasure I slapped her face, throwing her on her heels.

- Straighten up. Shoulders straighten. Tell me about it.

Sisyastik, sobbing and sniffing, began:

- I am a prostitute and lead a fucking life ...

Having slightly moved away, I painfully squeezed her knees with the buffer:

- Set aside pussy! Tell me how the boys for the evaluation of boobs showed!

She threw frightened eyes at me:

- But I am not...

It was impossible to reach out with my hand, so I grabbed the stack and, at the last moment holding my hand, hit her on the cheek.

- You have already confessed! I want the details!

- Yes, PalPalych! - Sisyastik either hid from the stack or bowed.

- Straighten up!

She straightened up and, looking at me with tearful eyes, spoke:

- I showed breasts for tenth graders ...

I hit her on the other cheek with a stack:

- Breasts have decent wives, and whores - boobs! Get used to the terminology!

- Tits! - submissively agreed Sisistik. - I showed the guys for assessing their big boobs. Only two people, because I love bullies. In the first quarter of the fours, I allowed them to take boobs through clothes, and for the top five I unbuttoned my blouse and showed them in my bra. Three minutes guys could ... Read more →