Brea took the facial pounding without complaint. This usually meant that she was driving the man wild, and when men lost control, she had the upper hand. It was with a slight twinge of disappointment when the soldier eased off her. Definitely disciplined, she noted to herself.<br/><br/>As she was told, she slid on top of him and lowered herself onto his shaft, leaning forward so that her ample breasts dangled invitingly over his lips. As his erect throbbing pole slipped into her, she clenched her thighs, hissed and shuddered. Men liked to see some reaction, she knew. Though one had to be careful not to overdo it.<br/><br/>Keeping him clenched within herself, she began rocking herself back and forth on him...