And still, like the horns of a willful goat, he kept pounding away at the same target. “Who was he?” I asked with a wheezing moan. I opened my lashes just a little, saw a tall, broad shadow in the moonlight begin to undress. So eager and playful was his slapping that an outsider would have thought he was a sadistic monkey attacking an anthill with a tree branch. I was sure the moon had waited all night for this moment without changing its location in the sky to see this scene. For a few long seconds I let him watch my naked body. I sat up in bed, stood up on my knees, reached out my hands and palmed his bobbing, half-hard baton. “That maniac used his cock like a butcher’s meat mallet to beat your pussy into softness…” said, as face lit up with lust in the moonlight. I was lying face down on my bed, one knee pulled up to my stomach, my pearly blue, sheer nightie and my cotton thong was stripped to my bare hips.
