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Unconsciously, she braced herself for the next strike, eager for more. But it was not the riding crop to hit her, when pain lanced through her next. Instead, a punch hit her soft, hanging flesh, and Jennifer let out a shocked sob, trailing off indian into a gasp of pleasure as her bruised flesh bounced. Another hit came, knocking one breast sharply against the other, the obscene sound of skin slapping together echoing in her ears as she felt her milk spray with each impact. This was everything she'd ever wanted, milking and abuse, objectification and casual use. Whoever was on the other side was strong, a faceless brute that used her tits like punching bags without a hint of amateur mercy. Over and over he struck her, and with each time the knuckles slammed into her soft flesh, she imagined the bruises she would bear. Marring her perfect creamy skin, covering her beautiful, massive breasts. It was enough to ignite her masochism to new heights, and she was disappointed when the strikes stopped coming. A part of her had wanted him to never stop, to keep Big Tits going until her breasts were beat bloody. "More," she moaned, her mouth close to the wall. Her breasts throbbed, but with a new, hot pain instead of the dull ache from before. It made her want them to keep going, to abuse her until the pain built up to a climax. She was already close, so close. The excitement of it all had her body thrumming with arousal, her trembling thighs soaked with her wetness. Her nipples trembled with vibrations of each rapid beat of her heart, droplets of milk constantly weeping from her huge reddened tits. They still felt so full, full enough for hours of milking. "More!" she wept, not noticing the tears on her own cheeks. Something small, soft and slightly wet pressed against her skin, a teasing touch that cooled the inflamed heat of her pummeled tits. It felt pleasant, and confused Jennifer in her lust-addled state as it began to slide across her tits, taking odd swirls across her flesh. It would pull away for the briefest moment, then return, making a few quick movements before doing the same thing again... They were writing on her. “Licking melted chocolate off of them.” Harry said, hoping that was the answer. Mandy nodded, understanding what the indian woman said, but still not liking her tone. She wondered if the last few weeks of lazing about naked with few responsibilities had made her less attractive somehow and inspected herself for signs of flab or sagging. “Okay, yes. Knowing the text was not a Big Tits hoax. My boss was scolding me for helping the FBI. I can have any girl I want when I want. Then the husband looked down at Carole. She bobbed her amateur head up and down my shaft, teasing me. Pleasure shot through me. This wondrous delight rippled through me. I groaned at the heat engulfing my cock. She then remembered getting fucked a second time and not knowing exactly who that was. H-He’s probably looking for me right now, I really have t-to go.”