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I yelped, the sting blooming into heat that shot straight to my clit. “Count them,” she ordered. “One,” I gasped. Another smack, harder, on the other cheek. “Two.” She alternated, each slap leaving my skin tingling and red, my pussy leaking down my thighs. By ten, I was sobbing, hips rocking back for more, the pain twisting into exquisite pleasure. “Look at you,” Lucia murmured, her fingers dipping between my legs to spread my wetness. “Your cunt is weeping for me. You love being punished, don’t you?”

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My legs begin to tremble from the unbearable mix of pain and pleasure, but he doesn’t stop. And then, he strikes my clit. My body jerks forward, arching with the sudden, burning sensation. I bite down harder on the pen, muffling a cry. “My naughty professor is enjoying her punishment. None of your students would ever guess how filthy you really are, how much you love getting spanked by your own student.” Another hit lands on my butt, making me gasp. Then his hand brushes over my pussy, feeling how wet I am, dripping from his punishment, his filthy words, his cruelty, and the intoxicating control he has over me.

he says and thrusts the fingers in, hard and painful. My mouth drops open from the pleasure. I love when he punishes me like this, when he fucks me with those fingers and steals my breath from me. “Sir…” I moan, my greedy cunt clenching around the fingers, wanting more. “You dirty, dirty girl” he says and I cry out. He’s deliberately angling my fingers to meet my pleasure spots inside, showing me heaven. “Who fucked this pussy?” he asks and I whimper helplessly. “Nobody” I lie and he chuckles, “don’t lie now pretty angel” he says and I gasp.

Disclaimer!!! : Explicit erotica concept, raw and unfiltered desires. BDSM and Kink. Triggering themes. Do not go any further if you are not ready for the heat. No Intro, go in blind and enjoy the outcome. ----- ZINNIA’S POV I gasped as I moaned out my husband's name. I arched up towards him as he stroked my pussy with his cock. I writhed against the bedsheet moaning out loudly. “Fuck Ryder….oh babe!” I watched my husband slip his cock out of my pussy and give me a spank on my ass. Making me scream, and coming back to reality.

Even as she came hard, the men didn’t slow down. They fucked her straight through her orgasm, pounding her spasming holes even rougher, chasing their own pleasure while her body convulsed helplessly between them. “Fuck, she’s cumming so hard… squeezing both of us,” Tyler groaned, slamming deeper. Ryan grunted from beneath her, thrusting up brutally. “This tight busty whore was made for DP. Keep screaming for us, baby.” Lauren’s mind continued to spiral in the aftershocks. ‘I’m addicted already… more… give me more…’

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