Ravaging Mrs Claire
My eyes fluttered open, but I stayed exactly where I was—bent over, hands planted on the sofa, ass still presented—because he hadn’t given me permission to move.
Then, without warning, he crouched behind me. Strong hands gripped both cheeks and spread me wide. His tongue—hot, wet, deliberate—grazed over my ass. He’d said he wouldn’t fuck me there, but right now he was lavishing attention on it anyway. Broad, slow licks circled the tight ring, sending fresh heat flooding through me. I felt my arousal leak out of my soaked pussy, dripping down my inner thighs in slow, helpless trails. My whole body had ignited again during the spanking, every sharp sting turning into molten want.