Looking at the man’s profile should have warned her to take her game no further; it turned out that he was located not that far from where Yvonne lived, and what she was considering went against her every precaution she’d ever taken in her scrupulous efforts to remain anonymous. “Owwwwww,” followed by lovely gasping and soft whimpering sounds had Harry’s cock so hard as it shoved upwards onto Yvonne’s belly as she lay across him. Yvonne looked up at him, her face screwed up and showing the pain that Harry was causing. “Aarrrrrhh,” Yvonne gasped and cried out as she wriggled about in her submissive position, sobbing in anguished, gasping tones that so delightfully showed her suffering, and yet she made no effort to move and save herself from further blows. Harry spaced out his spiteful blows, he hit her again and again and again, on and on and on, continuing to strike Yvonne, her every troubled gasp, her anguished cries, her tearful sobs all being so wonderfully stimulating to Harry’s perverted mind.
