I’m sorry. I promise, I won’t be bad again. Please, pretty please, don’t spank me. I didn’t mean to be naughty. I don’t deserve to be spanked. It’s too humiliating. I mean, who wants to pull up their skirt and pull down their panties and lay across your lap to wait to get a spanking? Not me. Isn’t there anything I can do to make you not be mad at me? I can be a very good girl if you let me, if you know what I mean.
This isn’t fair. You’re so strong; it’s going to hurt really bad. Please don’t spank me. I know my ass is big and full but that just means it’s more ass to spank and it’s going to hurt more. I don’t see why I should have to take off all my clothes while you stay dressed. You’re such a meanie.
Okay, let’s get this over. You said twenty times, right? No more! Just do it you son of a bitch. OUCH! That hurts. You like this, don’t you? You are getting off on seeing my ass jiggle and move every time you land your hand on my flesh, hearing the slap ring out as it makes contact with my soft butt. Not so hard, you don’t have to be so sadistic about it. Mmmm, stop it. You perverted mother fucker, you are getting off on this, aren’t you? I can feel your hard dick rubbing on my thighs. LET ME GO RIGHT NOW! My ass is on fire and it hurts so bad.
Okay, it’s over, let me up. Wait, that wasn’t part of the plan. You can’t spread my legs and . . . oh shit, stop that. Don’t finger my pussy. So what it’s wet! That doesn’t mean anything. Mmmm, stop, please. You can’t fuck me, it’s going to hurt my sore, hot bottom. How dare you slam your big, hard dick in my soaking wet pussy from behind, slamming into my stinging ass after you’ve spanked me. I’ll get you back for this. I promise I will.
Copyright 2008 AfroerotiK
1 comment:
As always your work is direct, visceral and filled with both intellect, heat and heart.
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