Slap,
Slap
Slap
Over and over. Anal sex You quickly slide into my pussy for a couple strokes. Feeling your come inside me only makes me more excited, and in a couple more strokes of my fingers, I am coming, in a delicious frenzy of warmth and wet and kisses and gentle moans. I stop kissing you. I move my fingers to my clit, squeezing in between my own hips and the bed. I fondly, achingly remember those nights when we’d drive to your family’s lakehouse, and then you would spank me so hard that my screams and moans echoed through the night. And you won’t know I’m coming. Grind my hips into yours. Practically fisting me. “Instead, I’m going to punish you.”
And with that, you slide your fingers in and out of me, and tease my clit, while you continue to mangle my ass with the palm of your hand. You’d spank me. You always managed to possess me with your kiss.
