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Lisa finally came to, and started screaming in sheer agony. She shot her hand down into John's crotch, grabbed hold of his balls, and squeezed them as hard as she possibly could. John immediately let go of Lisa's nipples, as he let out a very loud groan, and just about puked all over her. His face was all grimaced up with pain, when Lisa finally indian let go of his balls, and then slapped him in the amateur face very hard, just like he had done to her . John never saw the slap coming. But foot fetish he sure as hell felt it. He rolled over on his side, instinctively holding fetish both hands over his crotch. And he slowly kept femdom on rolling, until he fell off the edge of the bed, and landed on the floor with a sickening thud. Lisa was still lying on the bed, and rubbing the palms of her hands against her sore nipples--John had actually dug his thumbnail deep into her left nipple, and it was starting to bleed pretty badly--when she heard John throwing up all over the carpet, right next to her boots and pants. Lisa was so grossed out by the sound and the stench of John's vomiting, that she almost started to puke right along with him. But she somehow managed to keep her food and liquor down in her stomach. John eventually worked his way back up onto his feet. And he just stood there by the side of the bed, in a stooped-over position, butt-naked, with little pieces of vomit starting to dry on his upper lip and chin. He glared at Lisa like some crazed lunatic. "What're you gonna do now, ass-hole? Murder me? Well, go right ahead, you fucking jerk!" Lisa screamed at the top of her lungs. The tears began pouring down both sides of her face. And her voice was very shaky, as she said, "You'd only be doing me a big favor. My life has been a living hell, since that God damn alien abduction shit! But even if you do get rid of me, you've still got a big problem of your own to deal with, Johnny Boy. And I'm definitely glad that I'm not in your shoes right now!" “What is this place?” I asked, regaining myself. Do you fancy an ice cream my indian little flasher?” As it turned out they both brought sleeping bags. I could feel it. Her asshole surrendered. “Jesus fucking Christ,” I amateur groaned, the room spinning around me. “I just fucked our daughter.” “You can put your arms around me, if you want.” I whispered to him. All three cocks were rock hard and budding pre-cum, their owners agape at the spectacle before them that was clearly beyond their anticipations. You survived the horror of the Baron; I know that you are far stronger foot fetish than this!" I haven’t seen a guy’s COCK before,” she admitted, still looking at it. She pinched her nipples to make them hard and then strategically positioned herself with her back fetish against the headboard of her bed. femdom