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You see formalized violence, like whipping or paddling or spanking, in porn. But you never see beating. Beating is regarded as something nonsexual, something of domestic violence. Is that how you regard it? No. I’d never hit a woman unless it was sexual. I’m hitting her out of sadism, not anger. I wouldn’t trust myself to hit if I was actually angry at a woman. Interesting. There was only one time I found a porn like this. There was – I think it was a real couple. They produced a whole series of videos where the guy would punch the girl in the stomach repeatedly. She wasn’t nude but wearing skimpy clothes. She’d cry out in pain while he punched her, and then giggle and talk about it afterwards. Wow. The fact that she let him do it is what turns me on the most. You’re turned on by consent. Yes. I don’t want to take a girl by force. I want her to turn herself over to me for abuse. I've already indian turned myself over to you. I'm your slave, remember? You can do anything you want to me. So I can beat you up? Of course you can. I can punch you and kick you? Absolutely. We're on the phone. mature I can hit myself if you want. You don’t have to do that. If I say I’m hitting you, just cry out as if it was real pain, that’s enough for me. I’d kick you hard enough to make you scream. There would be limits. It disgusted her, to feel him touch her there. “Yes, Night Eyes,” Brandon grinned his wonderful, stupid grin, “I’m sure.” She poured some into her hands, put the bottle aside and rubbed it into both of her hands. I had nothing, so I just held up my hands, grinned and said: "Guess what? I then move closer to Jessica before whispering; My movement must have woken him because he was now pressed firmly against me softly kissing my neck and giving indian my tender breasts a massage. "I did all that?" His eyes were wide open and he definitely had a big bulge in the front of his trousers. But there was one time I spent the night with a soldier who had sustained severe leg injuries and had to lie on his back. Knock my little sister mature out!” Kafina was referring to her crotch. Every firework in Emily’s brain went off as her father’s head came home, sinking deep into her warm, wet, welcoming gate. They all looked terrified. Figuring, we might have finished by now, he came back. Eventually, she lazily opened her eyes and smiled a practically intoxicated smile at me. “Wow.” she breathlessly said, her face covered in a sheen of perspiration. Me and Griff struggling about who was in charge of the fucking. We were almost finished with our Screwdrivers when we called for the boys. Then his eyes drifted over to Rick, down his back and to his dick which he was kinda fascinated by as it was something new to him... he had seen some like it in the locker room as he and the other non-prude, unashamed boy, who weren’t afraid of nakedness, got showered and changed in front of each other. I threw my arms around her neck and kissed her hard on the mouth.