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“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.

Malcolm’s laughter was low and menacing as he worked her closer to the edge. “Who do you belong to, baby girl?” he demanded, his fingers working mercilessly. “You,” she gasped, her voice breaking. “I belong to you, Daddy.” Malcolm’s smile was triumphant, possessive. “That’s right,” he whispered darkly. “And don’t you fucking forget it," he said spanking her hard as he continue to play with her clit, until she came on his finger again. "I am sure I have convinced you in so many ways that even a lesbian can be fucked by my cock,"

Dominic throws me on the bed and flips me over so suddenly he gives me whiplash. He pulls me up on my knees and rubs my ass right before he lands another smack on my bare ass. He positioned himself right behind me and he grabbed a handful of my hair and jerked my head back roughly. “Fuck,” He mutters as he slides his cock into my entrance. “Goddess, Cali. Your so fucking wet, does my dirty whore like to be spanked?” He rasps. “Yes,” I moaned as he rammed his dick into my pussy hard, rough, just like the man that’s causing so much pleasure to my body.

I could feel his rod poking into my stomach, and I realized that he, too, was aroused. I heard the sharp intake of his breath and felt one of his hands on my back, holding me in place. His other hand rubbed my bottom in a circular motion. I was starting to relax; it felt nice. Then it stopped and a stinging slap was smacked on to me. I jumped and gasped. “No, Tova,” he said, gently. “When I am spanking you, you are not allowed to move or to make a noise. If you do, I start over.”

I alternated—ice and mouth, cold and hot—until she was writhing, moaning beautifully for me. Then came the spanking. I released her ankles temporarily, flipped her onto her stomach with wrists still bound above her, and propped a pillow under her hips. Her ass was raised perfectly. I started soft warm up strokes of my palm over her cheeks, rubbing the skin until it glowed. Then harder. Sharp, resounding smacks that made her gasp and moan. I alternated cheeks, occasionally dipping my fingers between her thighs to find her soaked. “You’re dripping down your thighs,” I growled, spanking her again, harder. “Such a dirty wife.” I whispered with every brutal slow thrust. Somehow this felt even mor

Mariana screamed in pleasure, pushing her ass back toward him. "Yes, spank me, you son of a bitch! Fuck me brutally, ram that cock all the way in!" she demanded, feeling his cock invade her pussy from behind, brutal thrusts that made the bed shake. Lucas alternated slaps on each cheek, the skin turning red and hot, while he fucked her hard, cock slamming deep, stretching her to the limit. "Fuck, he’s dominating me like a king. Every slap sends shocks straight to my cunt, making me wetter, craving the brutality I wanted so badly." The room reeked of sweat and sex, the sounds of flesh slapping echoing, mixed with filthy curses.

Good; she hadn't lost it yet. "Would you mind if I held your hand and stroked your head while Lisa is spanking you?" "No, Mistress. I'd enjoy it." I sat on Lisa's left side and when Rose went over her lap to be spanked, Rose's face was near my cunt, smelling me, smelling ripe female. Not a bad plan when dealing with a lesbian. I held her right hand with my left and stroked her face with my right. Lisa started the spanking. I signaled her to go slowly, drag it out.

"If you stop for any reason or lose focus on that beautiful cunt in front of you, I will add ten swats to your spanking each time. Spread your legs apart." I spread my legs and lowered my face into her bald slit and started licking her, waiting for Master to begin. I gave Lisa an orgasm and my spanking still hadn't started. Master was softly caressing my ass. When her first orgasm ended, Master struck me with his hand. It was hard and I flinched, but I kept licking. Nine more fell on my cheeks, painting my bottom red. I was quietly crying, my tears dripping on Lisa's cunt where I licked them just as I licked all her other fluids leaking from it. After the first ten, Master pushed the handle

Marcus spanked each woman in turn during the frenzy — sharp, resounding cracks that left glowing red handprints, the sting blooming into deep heat that made their pussies clench harder around him. He cycled through them with controlled dominance, using rope, toys, tongue, fingers, and cock to push every woman to the edge repeatedly until they were sobbing, shaking, dripping messes. Their voices grew hoarse, bodies trembling uncontrollably. When release finally came, the climaxes were devastating. Orgasms ripped through them in crashing waves — intense, rhythmic contractions deep inside, hot floods of girl-cum squirting in messy arcs that soaked skin, leather, and floor, the sharp scent of re

I begin to pound away at her with my eyes closed and head tilted back. She moans loudly, taking every thrust like it nothing. This girl must be a very liked she-wolf. I squeeze her waist and do whatever I want to her. She doesn't complain once. She just enjoys it. I spank her hard between each thrust and she begins to shake. I lean down and wrap my hand around to play with her. I want her to cum, so I can finish. I don't even want this she-wolf to stay until morning. She finally climaxes, and I go back to squeezing and spanking for my pleasure. I have never been this rough with a woman but the stress of the past few months and her open sluttyness has me testing boundaries.