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she cried. I leaned forward and brought my hand down swiftly on her bared cunt, slapping her virgin snatch and making her cry out. “Close your legs and I’ll spank your pussy even harder.” I swatted her cunt again. The slaps weren’t gentle. I wanted them to hurt. It was a punishment, after all. “Nina, when I married you, I bought you. Do you understand that?” I spanked her pussy again. She didn’t respond to my question, but her whimper was confirmation enough.

My wife always provokes me, but I've never wanted to hurt her. His face darkened. "She insulted me and my daughter!" His grip tightened on his cigar. "That's called discipline. You have to teach your wife a lesson sometimes, Jaxon. Don't let a woman control you or else you'll lose your essence as a man—the power of control." I scoffed. "You call that discipline? It's clear that you hurt my wife. And I won't stand for it." The old man's face contorted with rage. "You dare to question my authority? Maybe you forgot who I am, Jaxon. I have been the longest ally of your family ever since you were a child."

“I am his wife you fucker “, I took fistful of her hairs and shoved her down off him. I bent down yanking her hand around her back and punched her in the ribs. “How dare you even think to touch my husband , who the fuck are you tell me ..? Who sent you here to spoil his life ?? Come on spill bitch “, I slapped her many times but she didn’t open her lips. She was calmly bearing the pain but not willing to open her mouth. I pushed her to the wall and held her neck tightly. “See you don’t know what I am capable of when it comes to my love ..just spill it already otherwise I will skin you alive “, I roared on her face.

She was completely exposed, ass up, holes still plugged and leaking. Jax yanked the plugs out roughly, making her whimper as cum poured down her thighs onto the cold floor. “Look at this married whore. Still full of our loads while her husband sleeps upstairs.” The first slap landed hard on her ass, making her jolt. Then another. And another. Marcus and Jax took turns spanking her without mercy, their palms cracking against her skin louder and louder. Her ass turned bright red fast, then deeper shades. “Harder,” Emma gasped, surprising even herself. “Please… make it hurt.”

I wasn't going to lie, my parents were sweet when they wanted to, but it could be overbearing at times. “ You finally decided to visit us, and you come alone?” he slammed the hammer on the head, glancing behind me. “ There is no one there, father” “ Not for long” he strides off, wrapping a hand on my mom's shoulders before spanking her on the ass. “ Father!” I yelled, that was outrageous. I was still here, wasn't I? “ What? This is my wife, you can get yours and do the same, now sit” he stretched his hands to the chair at the far end, after pulling the chair for my mom to sit.

Erin Greer values a good joke more than boundaries. She always says that we have to keep things fun if we want our relationship to last. So she and her childhood friend, Mark Levine, have a standing arrangement. They will orchestrate a surprise every year on our wedding anniversary—with all their friends playing along—just to see if I'll fall for it. Three years ago, she told Mark in front of me that she regretted marrying me. When I turned to leave, she laughed and pulled me back, saying I was too easily teased. Two years ago, she had Mark put divorce papers beside my pillow. After I signed them with a trembling hand, she laughed and said it was just a prank. Last year, she and Mark hel

As my pussy collided with my husband's sac, I struck a hand against Trisha's cheek, making her moan softly. She glanced over her shoulders, “Do it again. I need it please,” she pleaded and I swung my hand against her cheek again, gasping at the thick crown pushing and pulling out of me. My husband took the cue and started spanking me as well, making my core clenched tighter around him and the feeling of his veiny cock finding way through my tight core at every thrust made me groan in pleasure. “Let me feel Trisha's cunt on my cock, babe, come sit on my face,” My husband said and we swiftly made the exchange.

My back arched and breasts jiggled, knees buckled and I bite back a moan. “I gave you a choice, be my slave or wife, and here you chose the former. Tell me, Hazel, what am I ought to do if my wife is squirming in the arms of another male, batting her lashes at him, and pressing this,” he smacked across my bare bottom hard and I winced shutting my eyes. “This body of a temptress against him,”

But a faggot is always a faggot, because with even stroking his dick, he was already cumming like a broken faucet as he watched his wife being used properly in a way he could never do it. "Harder daddy, fuck your married little slut, ruin my married pussy!" Cindy begged, pushing back against him. Chinedu spanked her ass hard, leaving red handprints. "Of course i will do that, my married whore. Now tell me slut, between me and your faggot husband who is much better I running your slutty hole." "You daddy you are so much better.” Cindy moaned. “His little dick never hits my spots like this. I'm going to cum already fuck me daddy." She moaned harder and louder.

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."