I Spank My Husband Mga Nobela at Kwento

I sucked on her tits while railing her, leaving marks on her soft skin. “Does your husband fuck you like this?” I growled, thrusting harder. “Does he make you scream?” “Nooo… ahhh… he’s too gentle… too boring,” she cried out, her pussy clenching around me. “Your cock is so much bigger… it’s filling me so deep!” I flipped her onto all fours and took her from behind, spanking her ass red while pounding her. Sophia pushed back against me, moaning like a whore. “Harder, Ethan! Fuck my married pussy harder!”

“Harder—please—” I gave it to her. Long, powerful strokes that bottomed out every time, my heavy balls slapping against her ass. Sweat dripped down my chest onto her tits. I was lost in her — the tight heat of her pussy, the way she screamed my name, the love and lust and surrender in her eyes even while cuffed and helpless. “You wanted spice, baby?” I grunted, spanking her ass lightly as I railed her. “This is it. Your husband losing control because you teased him too fucking good. I loved submitting to you… but I love claiming you more.”

“It will be before the night is over. I have a few things we need to come to terms with. First, I will fuck my wife, and then we will discuss what is important, and then I will fuck my wife again.” “Has anyone ever told you that you talk too much?” She was damned well getting that spanking.

Prologue “How dare you speak to me like that you ungrateful bitch? I am your husband! You are bound to me, and I am sick and tired of your excuses!” The slap is precise and hard, snapping my face to the side with its force. The tears in my eyes don't spill, because I know if they do he’ll just be even angrier than he is.

But Rita only chuckled in response, an insolent defiance etched upon her face. Stacy's anger reached its peak, her voice shaking as she unleashed her righteous indignation. "You claim he was yours to begin with? I trusted him as my husband, and I trusted you as my friend. How could you both deceive me like this?" Her words reverberated through the room, confronting the bitter truth that lay bare before her.

She threw herself at him, hysterical, hitting him with fury and pain. He held her arms and looked at her sadly. “Jimena…” His eyes filled with tears, but they didn’t fall. “I couldn’t help it, I’m very attracted to her, I’m sorry.” Jimena breathed with difficulty; hearing those words from her husband’s mouth was excruciating. She released his hand and slapped him with all her rage, then curled up on the bed, sobbing with all her might.

I was once again scared, lying down in such a vulnerable position. “Each one of you are allowed to spank her for her disobedience. Five times. I don’t think my wife could take much more than that,” He said it with a caress and a squeeze of my arse that made me stiffen and clamp my legs together despite the anxiety building up inside my chest. “And once you are done, you’ll leave.” Another caress on my arched flesh, as he added, “I’ll go first as my right as her husband.”

I cupped her cheek in one hand and finally gave in to the urge to wrap her long hair around my other, tilting her head back for a kiss. “Are you going to behave?” I said some moments later. “No fucking way.” At that response, I threw her over my shoulder and carried her to the bed. She squealed in surprise, and then when I tossed her onto the bed and pulled her nightgown up to spank her, she squealed again. “You’re in a mood!” She squeaked-giggled when I spanked the other cheek. “I’m showing my wife that she needs to submit to her husband.”

"On your knees. Bent over my desk. Taking every inch of my cock like a good little slut." Another spank, harder this time. I cry out, my pussy clenching around him. "Your husband is never going to fuck you like this, is he? Never going to make you scream. Never going to ruin this cunt the way I'm going to ruin it." "No — never — you're so much better—"

I was craving for it like death. ______ " Mrs Luca? Are you willing to be spanked again?", I choked on my beer to look behind, started coughing vigorously in front of my husband. Shit! He always finds me! I lied, hiding the beer behind me, " I just.. tried...A small sip.. trust me.." His eyes got darkened as he came up to take the beer away from me. I pouted my lips angrily and traced his handsome face teasing, " You no longer dote me, husband. All your doting is reserved for your daughter exclusively."