~Iris He kept going, slowly, deeper, punishing thrusts into my throat until black spots danced at the edges of my vision. I couldn’t breathe. My lungs burned, saliva dripped down my chin in thick strings, my eyes streaming tears. He watched every second of it, jaw clenched, growling low in his chest like he was claiming something that had always been his. Finally, he pulled out with a wet pop. I gasped, coughing, gulping air only for him to grab the thin silver cross chain around my neck. He wrapped it once around his fist and yanked me up hard. I stumbled to my feet, gasping, legs shaking. He spun me around fast, pressing my boobs to the cold tiles plastered on the wall. My breasts flattened against the surface, nipples aching from the friction. Before I could position myself comfortably, his palm cracked across my ass, hard, stinging, the sound echoing in the quiet kitchen. I moaned loud, broken, shamelessly. He spanked me again, harder, then leaned over me, his chest to
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