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“Yours! God, Sam, it’s yours!” He released her hair, his hands gripping her hips, holding her in place as he pistoned into her. The room filled with the sound of their collision, wet and savage. “Tell me you loved it,” he demanded, his rhythm becoming erratic. “Tell me you loved being their free-use whore.” “I loved it!” she sobbed, the confession torn from her. “I loved every fucking second! I’m your whore! Your gangbang slut!”

Lauren said with a ice cold voice, “That’s not allowed,” Cora protested, trying to sound smart. “You said there’s no rule, remember?” Lauren said, not raising her voice. “But it’s not a sexual act,” Cora protested again seeing the determined look on Lauren's face. “Well, spanking is a sexual act and very common in kinky sex,” I clarified liking this already looking from Lauren to Cora who was wishing I'd do her a favor with her pleading eyes..

It was a firm spank, but we both knew that is what I wanted and he seemed pleased when I wiggled my ass in response. "Now that's a bitch who knows what she wants," he said. That warmed my heart because I knew he was going to give me what I craved. And he did. He told me to count out the strokes and to say them loud and proud. After ten, five on each cheek, he reached between my legs to confirm I was leaking. Then I got ten more. This time he finger fucked me a bit as I moaned and tried to clamp down on his fingers. This happened again after thirty and forty spanks, but when we got to fifty, instead of fingering me, he told me to roll over onto my back. I was unsure what he planned to do next

"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.

He bit her lower lip, then sucked on her neck, leaving dark marks. He flipped her onto her stomach again, yanking her hips up high so her ass was presented like an offering. Without warning, he spanked her hard — loud, stinging smacks that echoed through the room. Left cheek, right cheek, over and over until her ass was bright red and burning. Emma screamed in pleasure, pushing her ass back. “Yes! Spank me harder!” Marcus growled and delivered a particularly sharp slap, then rubbed his thick cockhead against her dripping, cum-leaking pussy. He slammed into her in one brutal thrust, burying himself balls-deep.

"Pound that slutty secretary pussy, boss. Fuck me harder, deeper—make it hurt so good. I need your cock ruining me right here on your desk." My hands clamped onto her hips, fingers digging into soft flesh as I yanked her down to meet every savage thrust. I slapped her ass hard, the sharp crack echoing off the walls, leaving a red handprint on her pale skin. "This ass is mine," I growled, spanking her again and again while her pussy clenched and dripped around my shaft. "You're my office whore, Emily. Say it." "I'm your whore," she moaned, nails raking down my chest and clawing at my back through my shirt. "Your dirty little secretary slut who lives to get fucked by your big cock. Spank me ha

Spanks erupted everywhere: Tyler's hips clapping her mound with punishing force; Derek's free hand cracking her inner thighs, leaving them quivering and striped; Jake and Marcus taking turns palming her ass cheeks from their grips, lifting and dropping her onto the cocks below for deeper penetration; Liam pinching her nipples between tit-thrusts, twisting viciously until she bucked. Her mind splintered further Pain, pleasure, all blurring, harder, make it hurt so good* body betraying exhaustion with fresh floods of arousal, pussy squirting in erratic bursts around Tyler's relentless pounding. The rug abraded her back with each jolt, fibers rough against her skin, sweat pooling beneath her. S

he growled against my skin, "Or are you ready to be taught a lesson?" "I came for the lesson," I whispered. "Give it to me." His hand came down hard on my ass—once, then again. He landed a spank on it. I gasped, the sting sharp and hot, but it only made me wetter. "Louder," he said darkly. "I want to hear you say it like you mean it." "I came for the lesson," I repeated, breathless. "Good girl." He grabbed my thighs, spreading them wider beneath him, and then he went down—until his mouth was on my throbbing and wet pussy where I needed it most.

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.

“But you hesitated and that earned a punishment.” He sat on the leather couch and patted his lap, signaling me to come to him. I draped myself across his lap, my bare breasts pressing against the cool leather. His big hand smoothed over my cheeks once, almost gently, then a sharp sting that made me gasp. He spanked me again and again. By the tenth strike, I was squirming, thighs rubbing together, and embarrassingly wet. Damien’s cock strained hard against my stomach. His fingers dipped between my legs and stroked my soaked cunt.