And once again that was exactly what she did. Each brisk kiss of the hard wood against his inflamed scrotum did indeed reach Matthew’s balls far more effectively than their first spanking. Indeed, he did howl, and eventually beg, for a moment’s surcease of this newest outrage against his most vulnerable organs, but to no avail. His testicles were to be tormented until his wife orgasmed, and not one second earlier. Fortunately for him, she was turned on enough by having been made an accessory to their plight (as well as the expert hands of the dom on her breasts and p***y) that this second ball spanking lasted substantially less than the first. Soon Melinda was crying out in abandon as she came hard, her eyes still feasting on her husband’s muscular spread-eagled frame convulsing with each
