Short Shorts Lesbian Spanking Stories นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The angle let his cock slam against my prostate and I began furiously stroking my own penis, quickly moving past the point of no return. "Spank me!" I commanded. His eyes widened forward. "Please," I said. "Slap my ass, make me cum." He squeezed my ass cheeks. "No, really, I want it," I begged. "Let me feel it." I felt a sharp jolt as he spanked me, and my eyes rolled back in my head as I screamed out in pleasure. A spurt of my cum arced from my cock and onto his chest. He moaned in pleasure as he felt the throes of my orgasm, and I soon felt his cock twitching inside me, as he moaned, also spent. I reached back to hold the condom in place while I climbed off, surveying the sweaty mess I had

The tattooed one broke the kiss, spitting on my tits, rubbing it in as he pinched my nipples. They worked in unison—the lean one adding fingers, three thrusting hard, curling to hit my G-spot; the tall one spanking my ass, leaving red handprints; the tattooed one choking me lightly, his other hand rubbing my clit. “Cum for us, slut,” the lean one ordered, and I did, screaming, pussy squirting over his face as my legs buckled.

Before I could even catch my breath, he grabbed me by the waist, spun me around, and bent me face-first over the desk. My cheek hit the cool surface, and I gasped more at the speed than the cold. He yanked my ass back toward him, lifting my skirt fully. My pussy was swollen and soaked, aching for friction. CRACK. His palm came down hard on my bare ass. "Fuck!" I cried out, my voice echoing through the room. "That’s for screaming," he said darkly, spanking me again this time lower, closer to where I throbbed. "Someone might walk in, and then what? You want everyone to see what a needy little mess you are for me?"

“But, Claire, I’m a lesbian.” “And playing with one cock doesn’t somehow make you straight. Come on. It’s just for fun.” I took both of her hands and wrapped them around Forest’s cock. “Here, just like this.” And I started showing her how to slowly jerk him off. Her tiny hands couldn’t even wrap around how thick he was. “Oh wow. It’s so hard.” Marissa said with genuine surprise. “And so warm.”

She could hear every sound more vividly now—the soft creak of leather, the rustle of his pants as he stepped behind her. “Hands up,” he commanded. She obeyed. Her wrists were guided to cuffs above her head, secured but not too tight. She could pull away if she wanted. That was the illusion. He knew she wouldn’t. His fingers trailed down her spine, teasing, exploring. Then came the first spank. Not too hard, just enough to jolt her senses. Clara gasped. Again. Harder. Her hips jerked forward. “You’ll learn,” he said, his voice a growl behind her, “that pain and pleasure are lovers. And when you beg, I want it to be real.”

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.

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I was taking every inch of him, my pussy walls stretching and gripping the dark, heavy length of his shaft as I moved. "That's it, Blaire," he growled, his large hands digging into my hips, guiding the brutal pace. His fingers left deep, red marks on my skin as he hauled me down onto him again and again. "Ride it like you've been starving for it. I want to feel how much you've been wanting this. Tell me, you little slut, did my brother make you leak like this? Or was it the thought of me finally claiming what Manuel couldn't use?"

"Be quiet." He spanked her again, this time on the left cheek. Crack! The pain was exquisite, a perfect blend of agony and ecstasy. He didn't stop. He spanked her again and again, his hand raining down on her soft, tender flesh, turning her ass a bright, stinging red. Amaka bit her lip, trying to stifle her cries, her knuckles white as she pressed against the wall. The pain was overwhelming, but it was morphing into something else, something dark and deeply pleasurable. Her pussy was dripping wet, her juices running down her thighs.

She screamed as she came, her pussy squirting gushing juice all over my hand, her thighs, and the couch. “I’m spanking this pussy because I’m your dad, and it needs discipline. I know this slut pussy wants to get fucked. Look at you coming like a whore squirting all over Daddy’s hand.” I rubbed her spasming pussy lightening my spanks to almost nothing, making her ride out the orgasm. “Is this what you had in mind for our movie nights?” I slid my hand down from her neck and pinch and pull her nipple. She screamed and her body shook even harder. “Daddy doesn’t know if he likes this, baby girl.”