Captive Of The Count
I muffled and he brought it down immediately, harsher this time.
"That's for not knowing how to count."
"Four." I groaned when he brought it down again, my nipples stiffened rubbing against the fabric of my bra and I rocked my chest a bit trying to give them relief.
"For running away when I asked you not to."
"Five." Moisture pooled between my legs and the warmth in my core was unbearable, the way the insides of my pussy clenched was maddening. My arousal leaked past my swollen lips, seeping from my panties, trailing between my legs and down my laps, "Orian." I moaned breathing heavily, the cool air blowing between my stretched-out legs worsened everything.
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