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Anna kept letting out soft moans trying to be as quiet as she could. He slid up his hands from her clit as they started to explode her sides. Teasing her as he made his way to her breasts. He twisted her nipples but this time it was harder. Anna moaned at the painful pleasure she started to feel. He turned her over and started to kiss her as their bodies pressed harder against each other. He grabbed her thigh and started kissing her when she noticed a light flicker on.

Tasha reached under me and found my clit, rubbing it in tight circles while Monica continued the spanking. By the tenth strike my ass burned and my pussy throbbed. Monica set the paddle aside and leaned down, pressing a kiss to each heated cheek. "Good girl," she murmured. Tasha rolled me onto my back again and spread my legs wide. She picked up the vibrator, turned it on high, and pressed it directly against my clit without mercy.

Satisfied at her achievement, KuLaa withdrew her teeth and smiled devilishly at the bewildered Kurt. With slit eyes, Kurt abruptly sat up and turned her over so that she was lying flat with her buttocks in the air and on his lap. He then started spanking her. She endlessly struggled in his arms, trying to get away, but to no avail. Soon, her buttocks were red and her clitoris was dripping. Kurt sank two fingers into her honey pot and started finger fucking her as he continued spanking her with the other hand. When she was about to cum again, he withdrew his fingers and started spanking the back of her thighs harder than before.

“This is what you get for teasing me during every lesson. Walking around in those tight dresses and letting me feel how wet you were.” The sound of my hips slapping against her ass filled the room. I pulled her hair, arching her back more, changing the angle so my cock hit even deeper. I could feel her walls fluttering already. “Come for me again,” I demanded, spanking her other cheek. “Let the whole city hear you scream on my cock.” Elena shattered hard. Her pussy clamped down like a vice, squirting around my shaft as she came with a loud, broken cry. Her legs shook violently, but I didn’t slow down. I kept pounding her through the orgasm, drawing it out until she was sobbing with pleasure.

Her fingers itched to slide under the hem of her sleep shorts to ease the unbearable ache building between her legs. “Ohhh fuck, yes!” the woman cried, her voice breaking as another flurry of slaps rang out. He was spanking her hard. Madeline could hear the crack of his palm on bare flesh. She could clearly hear the ragged sound of the woman’s pleasure as she took it. “You love that?” he growled. His voice was sharp and merciless. “You like how I spank this perfect ass while I wreck your hungry pussy?” The woman responded with a long, shuddering wail that made Madeline’s breath catch in her throat again.

“This married pussy is so much tighter than I imagined. Your husband has no idea how to fuck you properly, does he?” He started pounding me hard — deep, powerful strokes that made my tits bounce and my moans turn into broken cries. Every thrust slammed against my cervix. The wet, filthy sound of his heavy balls slapping my soaked pussy filled the room. “Tell me,” he growled, spanking my ass hard. “Tell me how much better my cock feels than your husband’s.” “So much better,” I sobbed with pleasure. “Your cock is ruining me— I can’t go back to him after this—”

If he only knew, how many times she had masturbated about lying over a big strong man giving him complete control of her ass to use as he wished. "WHACK!" his hand came down again. "Oh yes." She whispered and moaning. He spanked her a few more times. Each time his hand would come down, he would follow the stinging contact with a gentle stroking caress of her lovely ass. He could feel her squirming and hear her moaning a little more. With her hand closest to him, she reached back and easily slid inside his loose pants. Yes. He was hard. She knew he would be. Her hand wrapped around his cock and she slowly stroked his cock. "Take my panties off Santa. Take my panties off." She begged him.

He said, “I am trusting you. If there are any problems, I will spank your bottom so hard that you won’t be able to sit comfortably for a year.” Leslie blushed. She hated it when he brought up her spankings. On the one hand, it hurt when he abused her. On the other hand, though, the spankings fostered sexual energy between them that was undeniable. Thus, her feelings toward this form of punishment were, to say the least, mixed. Finally, she nodded her head and said, “I understand. I will be fine. I promise.”

We had to scoot over and made room for her. Charlotte and I were at the end of the row. Once everyone else bunched up, we just got squashed closer together. We both wore shorts, and I could feel Charlotte's thigh pressed really tightly against mine. Her skin was smooth and soft. I didn't dare look at her. If I did, it would make us all awkward by acknowledging that our thighs were touching. I could hear Charlotte breathe in and out. I hoped she couldn't hear my heart pounding. Felik and Grigor took turn giving feedback.

Using two fingers she began tapping the hood that covered Fabienne’s clitoris. Fabienne was swept by a riot of emotions as the subtle spanking proceeded. Never had she imagined this caress, which was both wicked and sublime. The muscles tensed in her inner thighs as she tried to drag them together, to shield herself from the eyes which watched from the darkened area beyond the stage. It seemed dreadful that her awakening must be observed, though she knew also that, but for Nancy and this accidental lesson in the majesty of dominance, she might have stayed asleep forever. Waves of sweet submission lapped at her consciousness, making her bear down and push her sex towards Nancy’s gloved hands.