Novel & Cerita Spanking Your Husband

He lets me have this. Lets me own this. For only a second longer, and then... he snaps. He wraps his arms around my waist and shifts his hips upward, thrusting into me from below with a force that steals the breath from my lungs. "Nikolai—" I gasp, gripping his shoulders as pleasure shoots through me like lightning. My husband spanks my ass, nips at my throat and then proceeds to bounce me on his cock, squeezing my hips to angle my body just the way he wants me.

He spins me again, bends me over the toilet lid, and drives back in from behind. No mercy now. He fucks me like he’s trying to punish me for almost getting caught, hips slamming, hand fisted in my hair, the other spanking my ass raw. Every thrust forces a choked sob from my throat. “Take it,” he hisses. “Take your father-in-law’s cock while your husband walks away like a fucking idiot.” I come again, harder than before, squirting so violently it splashes the toilet tank.

She shouted as her patience ran out and pain became unbearable but I held her hands pinned behind her back as I kept spanking it harder and harder. "What did you think? We are husband and wife now so I won't punish you for defying me and will make love to you? You're so wrong babes because you made one hell of a mistake by running away " I told her as i kept spanking her ass more barbarously until it turned bleeding red.

"We went to breakfast while you were hung-over, and you started an argument and walked out leaving us with the kids and the bill." I was angrier than I meant to get, and I pulled out of her and threw her across my lap. I spanked her ass bright red. "Your boys were so mean to my daughter, I had to wonder at how you'd raised them. Then I realized you probably didn't." She moaned as I spanked her and started squirming immediately. "Oww, please stop," she cried, as I smacked her hard, "stop Daddy." The Daddy comment was like a slap in the face. What was I doing spanking a grown woman for her bad behavior. She sobbed when I stopped and pushed her off my lap.

How much disruption can one pint-sized woman cause? "You have two choices, spank her ass or give her the silent treatment." I fail to see how Lyon has remained married for as long as he claims. "You hit your wife?" "No, you ass, there's a difference between spanking and hitting. You hit her; I'd be the first to break your fucking face." He looked like he was giving it serious thought. I'm not sure about taking advice from someone who seems as off his nut as this guy. "I'm not spanking her."

“Wanted to claim my partner’s wife. Wanted to bend you over and fuck you like the neglected little slut you are.” His words were filthy and degrading, but they only made me wetter. The excitement of fucking my husband’s business partner was intoxicating. Every time he pulled back, I felt an empty ache that made me push back desperately, wanting him deeper, harder, faster. Ryan spanked my ass hard. The sharp sting made me cry out against his hand. “You like being fucked by me, don’t you?” he taunted, spanking me again. “Say it.” I moaned incoherently against his palm, nodding frantically.

My voice came out all breathy and broken. “Yeah you like that huh. You want your husband’s brother to wreck this married cunt on your honeymoon balcony while he sleeps right there.” He gripped my ass tighter, spanking one cheek hard then the other and started thrusting up to meet me with powerful strokes. Every time I came down he drove up and his thick cock slammed against that spot inside me that made stars explode behind my eyes. The wet slapping sounds of skin on skin and my pussy juices smacking against his balls were so loud I worried for a second but the thrill of getting caught only made me wetter.

Amber. His free hand cracked down on my ass, sharp, stinging. I screamed, my pussy clamping down so hard he groaned. “Again,” I begged. “Please, mark me.” He spanked me harder, left cheek, right cheek, over and over until my skin burned bright red. Each slap drove me higher, made me wetter, made my clit throb so violently I thought I’d cum untouched. “Gonna fill this cunt,” he panted. “Gonna pump you so full it leaks down your thighs for days. Everyone who sees you will smell me on you. They’ll know you’ve been fucked raw by your fucking husband to be.”

Instead, her voice was provocative: “Is that the best you can do, husband?” The next spank was my hardest yet, the sound of my hand on her ass echoing through the room as she moaned—whether from pain or pleasure, I wasn’t sure—driving me wild. Her sensitive skin reddened instantly, and I started stroking myself while spanking her, hard enough to arouse her but not to hurt her. I already had a bite to deal with, which still pissed me off thinking about how long it took to heal. Not to mention Pumpkin’s knees, still raw in places, probably uncomfortable and painful, though she never complained.

he said, and followed up with a two weak spank on each cheek. “Yes, you saw your step daddy jerking and stroking himself while mentioning your name, but how dare you look into his eyes and told him to fuck you!" He gave her another spank. It was hurting Sandra a bit, but she liked it. She loved how her step daddy's hand was spanking her ass. “how can you tell your step daddy to divorce his lovely wife!” he said and tugged his finger on her pantie, then pulled her pantie down to the middle of her thigh. At this moment, her whole ass was exposed to him.