Novel & Cerita Boyfriend Spanked Me

Cool air tingled the sensitive skin of my bottom, right before his palm slammed down hard, igniting it with fire. "Oh, fuck!" My hands slipped from the tiled wall and my legs lost the balance but he had a firm hold on my lower body so I didn't fall. He spanked me again and again, the sound of his hand clapping against my flesh punctuated the sinful burn. My gasp cut off as he kicked my feet apart and drove flesh pounding palm repeatedly, harder, faster, grunting with heavy breaths, his spanks creating a haze of pleasure. Because holy fuck, the breathy noises coming from him showed he was worked up. And like a good trophy wife I soaked up in his pent up tension. The three-weeks-without-his-to

“I want you to fuck me like this. Hard. Deep. Don’t stop until I come. Don’t ask if it hurts. Just take.” Joe made a choked sound. The neighbor sped up. Fucked me harder. Skin slapping. Wet sounds filling the room. I reached down. Rubbed my clit in fast circles. “Spank me.” He did. Palm cracking against my ass. Once. Twice. The sting bloomed into heat. “Again.” He spanked me until my skin burned. Until I begged. “Kiss me,” I demanded. He did—brutal, claiming. Teeth on my lip. Tongue deep.

My skin flamed beneath the harsh spank, a jolt of heat igniting up my spine. “How many spanks can you handle in the presence of your boyfriend?” Richard growled, his voice cold, dominant, yet laced with something else. Something unsteady. Was that jealousy? “I… I…” I didn’t finish my statement. The second slap landed, sharper, and stinging. I cried out, my voice shattering like glass. His palm rubbed the red sting as if soothing it, only to wind up again. His thrusts now a savage blend of punishment and reward.

She turned as much as she could to try and glare at her boyfriend, but Travis was getting more into the swing of things and was pulling more forcefully on her head, and she wasn't able to turn enough to see him completely. "Don't look at me like that, you dirty little minx," Bryce laughed. "Marv, spank that bitch please." She whimpered a moment before she felt the impact of Marvin's hand on her curvaceous ass cheek, the pain mixing in the with the pleasure she was swimming in and forcing her to moan in happiness. He spanked her a second time for good measure, and she felt herself drawn to submit completely to their whims. "Jesus, she's fuckin' good at suckin' dick," Travis grunted, and she w

One hand reached around to rub my clit while the other spanked my ass. “Tell me how much better I fuck you than the boys your age,” he demanded, spanking me again. “So much better,” I moaned loudly. “You’re bigger… thicker… you know exactly how to ruin me.” He fucked me harder after that, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing through my bedroom. I came again, my pussy gushing around his cock as I buried my face in the pillow to muffle my screams. Mr. Ahmed didn’t stop. He pulled out, lay on his back, and pulled me on top of him. I straddled his waist and sank down onto his cock, taking every inch until I was fully impaled.

I tried to take from his hand but he moves it away, I came closer and before I knew it, I was pinned to the wall, he smashed his lips on mine, I tried pulling away but he didn't let go. "Your boyfriend wouldn't mind if I fuck you? Cause I really wanted to" he moan on my neck, he held my hand and got in between my legs so I wouldn't escape. I started to sob when he turns me around and push me to the wall. "I'm gonna fuck that hole hard you wouldn't be able to sit. I'll show you I fuck better than him" he groans pulling my jeans down, he spank my ass.

“If this is what I get when I push your button, prepare to get more trouble from me.” In response, I received a painful smack on my bare ass. The pain took me by surprise, but I was oddly pleased by it. “By the time I'm through with you, you will not have enough strength to speak or walk.” He said before giving me another spank. “Tell me if it is more than you can handle.” After three strokes he brought his hand to my core and shoved two fingers inside me, causing me to whimper. “Naughty, naughty girl. Getting spanked turns you on.” I could hear the amusement in his tone.

he said warmly, “but good girls still need discipline.” He began spanking me, landing swats across my breasts, inner thighs, and my swollen pussy. Each slap made me jerk and moan loudly. The pain bloomed into heat that went straight to my clit. Ms. Voss turned on a powerful wand vibrator and pressed it firmly against my clit while he continued spanking. The combination made me groan and writhe against the ropes while they edged me like there was no tomorrow. Every time I got close, they pulled the vibrator away and stopped spanking, leaving me trembling and pleading with random nosies.

He spanked me again, again, again, each blow driving me higher, my pussy spasming around that massive cock, sucking him in deeper, refusing to let go. “Daddy… Daddy… Daddy…” I screamed it, over and over, voice shattering as he fucked me raw, breasts bruised in his grip, ass blazing red, pussy stuffed so full I saw stars. I came undone around him, walls clamping down hard, gushing, milking his cock in violent waves while he kept thrusting, kept spanking, kept squeezing, refusing to let me come down. And still I begged. “Daddy.” He flipped me like I weighed nothing, spun me around until my back slammed against the cold, sticky bar top.

He spanked me again and again and again, each slap sending a fresh wave of heat through my body, making me clench around him even tighter. "Every time I spank you, you get even more tighter," he said, landing another stinging slap on my ass. "This pussy loves being punished. You love getting fucked up and spanked by your stepbrother while you still pretend to hate it." "I hate you," I moaned, the denial tumbling from my lips even as my hips pushed back for better thrusting, seeking the friction.