Cowgirl Spanking Mga Nobela at Kwento

I smiled as I raised my hand and began the spanking. I put enough force into the spanks to make her gasp in shock at the sting but not enough to actually hurt. To her credit, she only jumped and gasped at the first surprise spank and was able to call out all ten spanks. By the tenth spank, her little ass cheeks were pink and she was squirming on my lap. I then began to gently massage her ass cheeks causing Cindy to moan softly.

She lined me up and sank down slowly, inch by thick inch, until her ass was flush against my pelvis. “Fuuuuck,” I groaned deeply, watching her perfect ass bounce as she started riding me. Reverse cowgirl looked insane on her. The way her pussy stretched around my cock, glistening and creamy, had me hypnotized. “You’re so fucking juicy, baby. Look at you creaming all over me.” She moaned loudly and picked up the pace, slamming down harder. Her ass rippled with every drop. I gripped her hips, spanking her hard, loving the way she clenched around me each time my palm connected.

He pulled out of me and I quickly got on top and straddled him. “I’m the one in the driver’s seat now, I whispered in his ear as I guided him home. I started to ride him slowly as his arms came round to cup my buttocks. I started going faster and faster and saw the look on his face as I rode him off course. I continued to ride him as he squeezed my breasts and suckled on them. I pushed him back on the bed and bounced on his rock-hard meat still buried inside me. I moaned non-stop no matter how hard I tried to stifle it. Mark groaned and twisted so he was on top. He pulled out and bent me over. “That was the bell of a cowgirl.”

It hit so deep it made my toes curl. After a few minutes of brutal cowgirl, I needed more. I released his hands, spun around into reverse cowgirl, and impaled myself again. This angle let him see my ass bouncing, his thick shaft disappearing between my cheeks. I rode him even harder, reaching back to spread my ass so he could watch. “Watch your cock destroy my pussy, Uncle Trevor,” I demanded, voice husky. I slapped my own ass hard, the sound sharp. “Fuck me back!”

He drops, and a smirk forms on that sexy face, "trust me?" "With my life," I moan. He smacks my ass hard! "Spin around and ride me." Reverse Cowgirl became one of my favorites, and I hope off him spinning around quick as hell. Positioning myself perfectly, I slide down his cock. I'm about to start taking him for all his worth when he pins me down with one hand; the other is on my back. "Lean forward baby. As far as you can."

"That should keep you nicely in line." He helped her off the bench and guided her to another piece of furniture - a sort of sex chair with straps. He bound her wrists and ankles securely, leaving her spread-eagled and exposed. Then he moved behind her. Cassandra knew what was coming but still yelped when the first blow struck her well-paddled rear. She gritted her teeth against the sting as Chad began spanking her in earnest. But it was almost a relief after the teasing, to feel the pain translating into pleasure that built with each smack.

Her pussy kept constricting trying to grab my finger. Vicki didn't feed her the faux cock for long, apparently happy with her cleaning job, and pulled it out of her mouth. I gave her another hard spank. Carol flexed upward. Apparently she wasn't ready for that slap. She then struggled to repeat the count. "Um," pause, "Um, 35, Miss?" I could tell she was not confident. Truthfully I wasn't sure either. I had just hit her right buttock so the number would be odd. She got that right. I was tempted to say, "Wrong. Now we have to start over," but I'm not that mean. I just spanked her left buttock instead. Immediately Carol moved to, "36, Miss," said with more confidence. She also was humping my k

Grant walked around to the front so she had to look at him while Cole’s palm came down on her ass the first time; sharp and harsh, the sound was loud in the quiet apartment. She jerked. He did it again. And again. Steady, measured spanks that built heat under the skin. Grant watched her face the whole time, that half-smile returning, glancing at her helpless state. BDSM'ed and all. “Count them.” She didn’t, at first. Cole’s hand landed harder. The sting pulled a sound out of her throat. Grant leaned down. “I said count.” “Four,” she forced out. "One" He corrected. The spanking continued. Cole didn’t rush. He worked both sides until her skin felt hot and tight and every new impact made her hi

Half-conscious, I caught the sharp scent of alcohol and felt someone fumbling with my clothes. As I struggled to resist, Lucas—drunk beyond reason—grew irritated. "Oh? Playing the chaste woman now?" he sneered. "Weren’t you desperate to carry my child before? Now that I’m giving you the chance, you’re acting all coy. What’s that supposed to mean?" His words sent a shiver down my spine. Anger surged through me, and before I could stop myself, I slapped him across the face. "Lucas Kingston! I just had a miscarriage!" My voice trembled with fury. "The doctor said I need rest—there’s no way I can go through this right now!"

Naked together is our preferred state, foreplay touching stroking sucking our usual path to reacquaintence. "Do you want to saddle up?" So mount him I did, this cowgirl sat on his horn. Worked it slowly in with moans of combined effort and delight. Then we unleashed a full on five minutes of not thinking just greedy fucking without direction, off we went, no volume control there, until I could feel him building and rode that wave with him.