Short Shorts Lesbian Spanking Stories の小説・ストーリー

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,"

“Now ruin it.” He withdrew until just the tip remained, then slammed back in. A brutal, punishing thrust. Leila screamed, her nails digging into the leather. He set a relentless, rough pace, each drive a claim, each withdrawal a tease. The slap of his hips against her ass filled the room, a lewd percussion to their choked moans and filthy talk. “You like this?” he grunted, pistoning into her. “You like getting your ass fucked by a gay man?” “I love it!” she shrieked, pushing back against him. “Your cock is so deep! I can feel it in my guts!”

"I know you liked me watching last night. You left your legs open on purpose. Let me see James's cum leaking out of that pretty hole." He spun me around and backed me against the counter. His hand slipped inside my shorts this time, fingers sliding straight into my pussy. I was already wet and he groaned when he felt it. "Fuck, Lauren. You're soaked. All this from thinking about me stroking my cock while your husband fucked you?"

Then his tongue dragged a long, slow stripe up the center of my shorts, pressing the wet cotton hard against my swollen clit. I cried out, back arching, fingers tangling in his hair. He did it again—slower, filthier—tongue flattening, circling, sucking my clit through the fabric until I was shaking. “Take them off,” I begged. He hooked his fingers in the waistband and yanked the shorts down my legs. My bare pussy was exposed—puffy, glistening, clit swollen and throbbing. Liam groaned, low and primal, then buried his face between my thighs.

Girls like her don’t learn until they’ve been spanked a few times. Running a hand along the side of her body and under her skirt, I slowly teased my way up her thigh towards her soaking pussy while my other hand was wrapped around her throat. Spanking her ass, I slowly brushed my hand across her dripping panties, the contact caused her back to arch as she moaned even louder and I hurriedly moved my hand from her throat to her mouth, stopping her from being so loud. Sliding her panties to the side, I grazed her pussy lips and Quinn went completely out of control, her loud moans were thankfully muffled beneath my hand clamped over her mouth.

The ropes bit into her skin in pretty patterns, and the sight made my nipples tighten against my dress. My breathing was getting shallow. I could feel myself getting wet, the slickness between my thighs impossible to ignore as we moved from scene to scene. Alexander pointed out different kinks: a St. Andrew’s cross with a man being caned until his ass glowed red, a couple engaged in sensual wax play where hot drips made the woman gasp and writhe, a quiet corner where a Domme had her submissive licking her boots while she casually chatted with friends. Every explanation he gave was calm, but his voice grew rougher with each one. I noticed the way his hand froze at my back, his fingers occasio

My pussy and ass were throbbing and leaking, but I felt happier than I had in years. “But Jamie…” Lena said quietly, kissing my forehead, “this can’t be a one-time thing. I’m going to keep fucking you. Even if it means sneaking around behind my sister’s back.” I looked up at her, heart racing. “I don’t want it to be one time either,” I admitted. Lena smiled wickedly and slid her hand between my legs again, gently rubbing my oversensitive clit. “Good. Because I’m far from finished with you tonight…”

“Stuffed full of cock. This is what she’s good for. What she was made for.” The tall one spanks me. Hard. The crack echoes through the room. Heat blooms across my ass cheek. “More?” he asks. I moan around the cock in my mouth. He spanks me again. And again. Alternating cheeks until they’re both burning, until tears are streaming down my face, until every slap makes my pussy clench around his cock. “She’s cumming,” he reports. “Cumming from being spanked like a whore.” I am. Another orgasm rolling through me, making me shake and clench and scream around the shorter one’s cock.

Giggling, she slipped her fingers to the back and leaned forward as she pulled the short down, exposing her ass. “Spank me, Aaron," she whispered as she squeezed the warm cheeks. "I want you to spank me.” Aaron smiled as he walked to the other side of the bed. He looked down at her behind, grabbed one shift and lifted it, revealing her glaring asshole. She had shaved. His smile widened. He let go of the cheek and it bounced, recoiling as it slapped against the other. He grabbed it again, let go and watched with satisfaction as it jiggled. Then he took his hand back and brought it down.

I yelped, then pushed back into his hand, whimpering like an animal. “You’ve been teasing me for years,” he growled, spanking me again, then again. “Walking around this apartment in those tiny sleep shorts that barely cover your ass. Bending over to pick things up just to make my dick twitch. Calling me Mr. Cole like it was innocent while you soaked your panties every single time.” Another hard spank. My ass was burning deliciously now. I knew it would be red and marked tomorrow.