Road Trip, Wisconsin - Slut Walk

As it turned out, I got Gretchen to scream three times, loud enough her parents could hear her, though only on the first did she squirt. This time, it was me buried between her thighs, not Ingrid. It was the same rules as last night, except we were down to ten swats per orgasm, as I didn't intend letting her off with just one. Ingrid was kissing her and licking Gretchen's swollen tits. They weren't laden in milk yet, too early in her pregnancy, but like everything else on a pregnant woman, they were bigger.

Gretchen knew she'd be spanked if she climaxed without...