we had the equivalent of a quickie when i had first showed up. i didn’t worry because i knew that wasn’t going to be the only session. during the quickie it was the pain of tugging and biting on my nipples that just made me let out a sigh. i needed that pain and needed that release.
the real satisfaction was during our second encounter when he fucked me from behind. i kept breathlessly saying how good it felt as he moved in and out of me. i stayed so still soaking in that moment, that feeling, that tightness being stretched. i marinated in that period of bliss.
the icing on the cake was the unexpected spanking as i laid on my stomach catching my breath. his hands roamed my semi-naked flesh (i had on pink panties to match the pink toenail polish, yes i was going for some form of innocence with a side of pure evil) and the exposed ass flesh. the swat startled me but immediately i was turned on. my ass slowly moved upward to his hits.
i whispered. i wanted to feel this. i wanted it to sting. i wanted it to hurt. my head was buried in the bed as he beat me as best as he could. i had turned my sweet, sex-addicted, patient man into a sadistic beast.
i could feel my wetness pooling and after he couldn’t spank me no more he plunged his fingers inside of me and i was lost in heaven. i couldn’t even really tell you what happened but i do remember towards the end he whispered, “one more, one more” and i gave him one more orgasm.
Thank you Lux for Fleshbotting this post.
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