Romans & histoires Well Spanked Wife

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.

I say his name with my voice, feeling his needs; I was ready for him to claim me. “On your knees, Mrs Kline, “ he ordered, and I knelt over the couch. He got behind me, squeezing my ass before a brutal slap landed on my bare skin. “ Hmm,” I moan, pushing back into his touch, “ More!” I begged him for something I had never done before, and Thane delivered once, twice, God, who knew I could be on the verge of cumming just by getting spanked. Sneaking a finger in my wet fold, he found my clit and circled it a few times. “My wife is wet and ready for me.”

"On your knees. Bent over my desk. Taking every inch of my cock like a good little slut." Another spank, harder this time. I cry out, my pussy clenching around him. "Your husband is never going to fuck you like this, is he? Never going to make you scream. Never going to ruin this cunt the way I'm going to ruin it." "No — never — you're so much better—"

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

“So easy to get you to this state, Merina. You need to build up a resistance so you can feel the full height of your sexual pleasure. Please sit down like a good girl. Conner moved her from his lap and dropped her on the seat beside him. She felt the cool leather against her stinging backside and gasped again. For a moment, she saw his smile before the scowl returned. “You’re a fucking tease, Conner O’Keefe. How dare you spank me like I was a child?” “I didn’t spank you like a child, Merina. I spanked you like the brat you are. You know I wouldn’t finger a child, but I would finger a brat until she’s ready to come to teach her that if she wants satisfaction and happiness, then she pleases me

The desk shook with every brutal stroke. Lila cried out in pleasure, pushing her ass back to meet him. “Harder!” she moaned. “Fuck me like my husband never could!” Noah railed her mercilessly, one hand fisting her hair while the other spanked her ass red. “Your husband pays me to work here,” he growled, spanking her again. “And now I’m fucking his beautiful young wife on his own desk. How does that feel, Mrs. Whitaker?” “So good!” she sobbed, legs shaking. “I’m such a bad wife… Don’t stop… Fill me with your cum!”

“You’re gonna get us caught. My wife’s right inside.” I moaned against his palm as he drove even deeper, stretching me wide. “I don’t care. I’ve wanted this since you moved in. Fuck your neighbor’s tight pussy while your wife makes dinner.” He spanked my ass hard, the sting blooming hot. “Such a dirty little slut. Eighteen years old and begging for married cock in broad daylight.”

“Kept thinking about you here. Round with my baby. My ring on your finger. Mine.” He flipped me onto my stomach, ass up. The first smack landed sharp and perfect. I moaned into the pillow. Another. Harder. He pulled my hair, arching my back as he pushed inside me in one rough thrust. “Fuck, Cain—” “Yeah. Say my name.” He fucked me deep and primal, hips snapping, one hand fisted in my hair, the other spanking in rhythm. “You’re going to be my wife. Say it.” “I’m going to be your wife,” I panted, pushing back to meet every thrust. The stretch was perfect, overwhelming. He felt wild tonight, like the hours away had driven him crazy.

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.

“Harder—please—” I gave it to her. Long, powerful strokes that bottomed out every time, my heavy balls slapping against her ass. Sweat dripped down my chest onto her tits. I was lost in her — the tight heat of her pussy, the way she screamed my name, the love and lust and surrender in her eyes even while cuffed and helpless. “You wanted spice, baby?” I grunted, spanking her ass lightly as I railed her. “This is it. Your husband losing control because you teased him too fucking good. I loved submitting to you… but I love claiming you more.”