When Hardup finally backed off, face wet with exertion, a wild glazed look to his eyes and breathing heavy, Carol slowly straightened her pain camouflaged by an angry stare, she asked. “You know what happens now, don’t you Hardup?”
“No Cas, not me balls again!”
She spun, seized the rattan from his fist and laid into him with a flurry of lashes, no care as to where she struck. “You’ve had your f*****g fun, now it’s my turn.”
He cowered, tried to protect his head and face, Carol whipping his back, buttocks and legs. “How do you f*****g like it you piece of s**t!”
Toolkit’s hand slowed, then slipped between my thighs, little finger pressed to my p***y lips. He said nothing as he dipped inside, big hands, thick digits making an impression.
Dodgy went further. Taking Frenchie’s dress off,
