<hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Sam Mason<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Shack on the Lake, Back Hallway<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Everyone<br/><hr/>Sam took the riding crop with the hand that had been grabbing Tonya's hair, figuring she could use some reprieve from the rough hair yanking he'd done her. He didn't let up though. he began to smack her ass and breasts with it. No particular pattern, just smacking in rythm with his pounding. He resisted cuming as long as he could, but try as he might, the combination of her moans and squeals pushed him to his limit. He didn't even have time to warn Tonya, but simply groan as he filled her almost as forcefully as he had nearly done with his cousin earlier. Sam didn't worry too much about this because Tonya had already expressed her willingness to be filled up.