If you let go of the table again, we start over from one.”
“Noooo—Ow!”
I slapped her ass hard, leaving a stinging handprint behind. Anal sex I hadn’t been idle during those two weeks. “Are you going to keep fucking me?” she asked. “Don’t let go of the table,” I warned her, then dragged my tongue from her clit to the little pucker of her asshole. “Sure. I grabbed her hair and turned her around to face me. “Let’s see, you need a bed. The pale purple skin of her face was dusted with freckles and her nose was a cute little button. “Like a carrot?”
“One step at a time, right? She reached back and tried to tug her skirt down to cover herself, and I slapped her hands away. I grabbed her wrist and straightened up over her. Her muscles writhed around me, flexing and straining as my fat dick stretched her open. “Mr. Kitana straightened up and brushed the back of her skirt down over her bright red buttocks. So soon?”
“That’s an order, Kitana.
