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Naked save for my thigh-high adorable boots, I quivered. Pussy juices ran down my thighs. The hot trickle made me whimper. I groaned, as Daddy moved around me, his thick cock so hard. “Hand out the floggers, slut,” Daddy growled, holding out his hand. Mom placed the flail with the thickest straps in his hand. He gripped it, the tails swaying as he stared at me. My heart beat faster, the tension growing in me. Mom handed the purple-tailed one to my aunt and a black-tailed one to my BDSM half-sister. Georgia rose, her round tits jiggling before her. She, too, had juices running down her thighs. “You've been so naughty, Bess,” my big cock half-sister said, such an eager grin swelling across her lips. She smacked the flogger into her hand, the thudding sound making me shiver. “You deserve to be punished.” “I do,” I moaned, wiggling my hips. “Spread those thighs, young lady,” Daddy said as he moved around me, flicking the cumshot tails of his flogger. I shuddered and moved my feet apart. I felt my pussy exposed to all their gazes. My aunt, my mom, and my half-sister all licked their lips, staring at me with such lust. They Hardcore all wanted to love me. To feast on me. To share such incestuous passion with me. But first they had to punish me. My family circled me. They moved around me, the four flails swishing through the air. When Steve snuffed out his cigarette and turned off the light, I pressed big cock myself more firmly to him and whispered in his ear, "My name is Beth." I wanted to use the power in me. It called to me like it wanted to be used. Hardcore He said something. Typical greetings followed. I asked. Did she mean because I had my big, heavy tits? Lauren’s horny cunt and the Percocet urged her on. He wears on business attire having on a silver cumshot suit with a navy adorable blue tie and white shirt. Daddy's hand muffled my sobs. I add: "As per rule, down on your knees, slut!". “I always knew you wanted me Elena; did you think I was stupid?” Yavara giggled. When the ship crashed into the docks of Drastin the next morning, nobody found a man left alive. “Well, so far, I like what I see, your pits are BDSM trimmed perfectly, no hair around your nipples or the middle of your chest either.