My cock was rock hard again by the tenth swing, which was the same swing that made her break down in tears. Kind of a waste of the new outfit, I thought. XXX I’d let her go on hating herself for too long. She looked embarrassed, but crawled under the table anyway. “What happened with that?” she asked, “The cooking thing. Her face was red and wet with tears, and her eyes were bulging in pain. I could feel her hot breath against my cock, but she didn’t try to lick me. I pulled away and kissed her once more on the head. I laughed at her panicked whines, and fucked her like I was trying to break her, the table shifting away from me with every thrust.
