Novel & Cerita Lesbian Spanking

“About my colleagues knowing what a whore I am. About my husband finding out I let the office destroy me…” Lena grabbed her hair and forced her back down, riding her face roughly. I slammed into her ass, the pressure building in my balls. It was all insane, Mara’s body jerking between us, her tits bouncing, Lena’s ass smothering her, my cock stretching her tightest hole while Jamal wrecked her pussy. “More,” I snarled, spanking her ass hard. “Tell us what you’re risking.”

“Open up, slut.” She obeyed instantly, sucking him in while Tobias hammered her from behind. Drool and muffled cries mixed as she rocked between them. Darius leaned close to me, his smirk sharp. “Look at her. This is who your wife really is.” I looked. I couldn’t not. Marina’s body shook as she took both ends, spit dripping down her chin, her ass red and raw from spanking. The men switched again, each one taking his turn inside her ass. Every time one pulled out, another rolled on a condom and slid in, forcing her to stretch wider, her body jerking under them.

She was just as pissed off as I was. “You’ll see.” I threatened, not sure what I would do yet. I walked away without so much of a glance. If she brought that attitude with her tonight, I’d find a way to punish her. The first thing that came to mind was spanking her, which made me roll my eyes at myself. Spanking a woman is hardly a punishment for either party and always leads to sex. If she had proof of my handprint on her ass, that contract would be broken in no time, and I’d have to pay up without getting anything out of it.

Fingers dipped between spanks, teasing their slits but not entering. Jealousy boiled—Sophia glancing at Isabella's redder ass, demanding equal. "Why is hers darker?" Liam smirked, fingering Sophia shallow while spanking Isabella again. "Compete all you want. Daddy owns both." They begged in tandem, "Please, touch us more." He edged them relentless—fingers pumping, clits rubbed, building sobs. Isabella came close first, body shaking. Stop. Sophia next, tears welling. Stop. "No cumming, sluts. Learn to share."

"You and Ambrosio talked a lot. He must enjoy your company. He's stoic, a loner… but a sense of humor like Juan Pusung, the Filipino Trickster God." Rose smiled, squeezing Catarina's hand. "Rose… you'll have to do a ceremonial swordfight with me to be accepted by the tribe. We need to go practice in the Sand Room. Then we can cool off in the Jasmine Hot Springs. I know you're full from dinner, but it's not good to exercise on an empty stomach." "Do you like fighting, Catarina?" Catarina's eyes narrowed: "Only when it is absolutely necessary, and with Babylan Eduardo's encroachments with rebel aswang and tikbalang… I find myself often fighting over Domminga every day, protecting pregnant wome

The position forced Lydia’s tits to thrust out obscenely. SMACK! Mila’s hand came down hard on Lydia’s ass, the sharp slap echoing through the house. “Ahh—! Fuck!” Lydia moaned loudly, the sting turning into throbbing heat. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Three more brutal spanks landed, turning her ass cheeks bright red. “Such a nasty fucking slut,” Mila growled. “Getting spanked and dripping like a desperate whore while your boyfriend just left the house.” Mila spun her around and started her slow, teasing torture. She kissed Lydia deeply, filthy and possessive, tongues fucking each other’s mouths. Then her hands explored, squeezing Lydia’s tits hard, pinching and twisting her sensitive nipples.

He smirks at me. “That is just how Galdrian males treat our females. We take care of them, we want to hold them close and since we are the leaders in the house we need to discipline our females. Galdrian females can have quite the temper and need help to control that. And besides, I really liked spanking you. You looked so sexy draped over my knee with your ass sticking up.” “That hurt like hell and I never want you to do that again. It was humiliating.” I squirm on his lap because as he said before, I actually got wet from his spanking and aftercare of my butt, and thinking about it arouses me again.

His hand pressed between my shoulder blades, bending me over the desk, the wood cool against my stomach. I gasped, my breasts squishing against the surface, nipples hardening from the friction. “Mr. Hudson—” I started, but his palm came down on my ass, firm and stinging through the skirt. The smack echoed in the room, and I yelped, the pain mixing with a rush of heat between my legs. “You need to learn focus, Lila,” he growled, spanking me again, harder this time, the fabric doing little to soften the blow.