She placed the crop on the couch next to us, right where I could see it, and then caressed my hot bottom gently with her cool fingers. I felt myself unwind, relax, open up, my body instinctively yielding under her touch. She bent down to kiss the back of my neck. I felt her hot breath, laced with that rich, commanding scent that made my head spin. My cock, balls, and ass — sore as it was — all ached with a need for… more. God, just more. It was insatiable, that desire. A Pavlovian response? Perhaps. With Elena, my body had certainly learned that good things always came after “punishments,” my slick flowing freely in anticipation. “Come here, Ryan.” Elena’s voice was rough and smoky, pure timbre that pulled at my core. I straightened up from the table, turned to face her, and she took me in her arms, pulling me close and soothing my sore cheeks with her touch. Then she took one of my hands down between us, pulled up that leather skirt, and inserted my middle two fingers
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