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Evan couldn't resist the siren's call. He pushed her panties aside, his c**k springing free to graze her wet folds. He positioned himself at her entrance, the tip of his shaft nudging against her, feeling her heat and wetness. He slid in with a groan, filling her completely, her tight p***y gripping him like a glove. He watched as her eyes fluttered shut, her mouth forming a silent "Oh" of pleasure."You're so wet," he murmured, his voice thick with need. "So tight around me."Heather's eyes snapped open, meeting his gaze. "f**k me," she begged, her voice a breathless whisper. "f**k me hard."Without hesitation, Evan pulled out almost completely before slamming back into her, making her gasp. He set a punishing rhythm, his hips slapping against hers, each thrust sending a bolt of pleasure through her body. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her heels digging into his firm ass to pull him deeper. Her nails scraped down his back, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, urging him to go faster, harder. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, her D-cup mounds jiggling deliciously. Her hard, pink n*****s stood out like little pebbles, begging for attention. He leaned forward, capturing one in his mouth again, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh as he sucked and bit. She threw her head back, her long, blonde hair flothing down her back like a waterfall as she moaned his name.

Evan couldn't hold out much longer either. He needed to feel her come apart in his arms again. He withdrew slowly, watching the way her p***y spasmed around his shaft, trying to keep him inside. Then, with a growl, he flipped them over so she was straddling him. He positioned himself at her entrance and helped her sink down onto his c**k, filling her completely once more.Heather's eyes widened as she took in the new sensation. Having him deep inside her while in control was exhilarating. She began to ride him, her hips rolling in a sensual dance as she took his length in and out. Her D-cup breasts bobbed with every movement, the n*****s still hard and sensitive from his earlier attentions. She leaned forward, her hands on his chest for balance, her large, round ass bouncing with each downward thrust.Suddenly, Evan's hand shot up to wrap around her throat, not tight enough to cut off her air, but enough to make her gasp. His grip was firm, the pressure increasing with each pulse of his c**k inside her. "Do you like it when I'm rough?" he whispered, his voice a dark promise.Her eyes went wide, but she nodded eagerly, a thrill shooting through her as she realized just how much she enjoyed the edge of fear mingling with her pleasure. He squeezed harder, his other hand sliding up to pinch her n****e, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger until she moaned. "Tell me," he demanded, his voice a harsh rasp."Yes," she panted, her voice strained. "I love it."

The admission seemed to ignite something primal in Evan. He tightened his grip on her throat, the power thrumming through him as he watched the delicate pink of her skin darken. Her eyes fluttered closed, her mouth forming a perfect "O" as she took his length in deeper, her walls rippling around him. He slapped her face, not hard enough to leave a mark, but firm enough to make her eyes snap open in surprise. She liked it, the sudden burst of pain making her wetter, her p***y clenching around his c**k. "You're mine," he growled, his eyes dark with desire. "Say it." Her voice was barely a whisper, but she complied, "I'm yours." Evan's grip tightened just a fraction, the veins in his forearm bulging as he watched her reaction. He liked it too, the way she responded to his dominance. He slapped her again, a little harder this time, watching her eyes water. "Again," he ordered. "I'm yours," she repeated, her voice a little more firm, a little more sure. The sting of his palm against her cheek was a strange pleaser, making her want him even more. She braced herself for the next impact, her body taut with anticipation.

And it came, a little harder this time, sending a jolt through her body that made her core throb around his thick shaft. "Yes," she moaned, her voice strangled by his hand around her throat. "Do it again."

Evan's eyes narrowed with pleasure at her words. He slapped her again, watching as the pink blossomed across her cheek, a stark contrast against her pale skin. She gasped, her eyes watering, but her p***y clenched around him, begging for more. He knew he had to be careful not to go too far, but the way she responded to his dominance was intoxicating. He choked her a little harder, his thumb pressing against her throat as she rode him. Her eyes rolled back, and she threw her head back, her hair cascading down her back like a golden waterfall. "Oh God, yes," she moaned, her voice strained and desperate. "More." Evan's hand tightened around her throat, his thumb pressing into the soft flesh of her neck as he slapped her again, a little harder this time. Her skin was flushed, her pupils dilated with need. He could feel her p***y contracting around his c**k, her orgasm approaching like a freight train.

"Say it," he ground out, his voice thick with lust. "You're my little slut."Heather's eyes went wide, the degradation turning her on more than she could ever have imagined. "I'm your slut," she whispered, her voice hoarse from his hand around her throat. The words were like a password to a secret club of pleasure, and she reveled in the power they had over her. Evan's eyes blazed with desire, his c**k thickening inside her. He slapped her again, the sound echoing in the quiet office, the sting making her p***y spasm around him. "Again," she begged, her voice a mix of desperation and pleasure. He obliged, his hand coming down with a little more force this time. She liked it, the way the pain sent waves of heat through her body, mixing with the pleasure of his c**k filling her up. Her breasts jiggled with the impact, the sting of each slap sending bolts of pleasure to her core. "I'm your slut," she repeated, her voice strained as she leaned into his hand, craving the pain. Evan's eyes glittered with a dark satisfaction. He slapped her again, watching the way her face contorted with the mix of pleasure and pain. Her p***y was soaking wet around his c**k, the slickness making him slide in and out with ease. He could feel her orgasm building, her walls tightening around him with every thrust. "You like it when I'm rough, don't you?" he murmured."Yes," she gasped, her voice strangled by his grip on her throat. "I love it."Evan's eyes darkened with desire, his hand tightening slightly around her neck as he watched her ride him with increasing urgency. He slapped her cheek again, the sound sharp and satisfying. She threw her head back, her long blonde hair cascading down her back, her full D-cup breasts bobbing with each impact. The redness spread across her cheek like a brand, a mark of his possession. He liked it, liked the way she responded to his dominance.

"Harder," she begged, her voice a strained whisper. "I want to feel you own me."

The words sent a bolt of electricity through Evan's body, his c**k swelling even more inside her tight, wet p***y. He slapped her ass, his hand leaving a pink handprint on her milky white skin. He watched as the skin turned a darker shade of red, the imprint of his hand standing out like a brand. He liked it, liked the way she gasped and her eyes rolled back in pleasure with each smack. It was as if she craved the sting of his palm, the bite of pain that sent her spiraling closer to the edge of her release. "More," she moaned, her voice strained and desperate.

Evan's hand fell to her ass, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he slapped her again, harder this time. The sound echoed in the quiet office, the sting making her p***y clench around his c**k. He could see the red handprint on her skin, and it made his own need spike. He slapped her again, the sound louder, the impact more intense. Heather's eyes rolled back in her head, her moan deep and guttural.

"Do you like that?" he growled, his voice thick with desire. "Do you like it when I mark you?"

Heather could only nod, her breath coming in short gasps as she felt herself teetering on the edge of orgasm. The hand around her throat tightened again, cutting off just enough air to make her lightheaded, but she didn't care. The pain was a delicious counterpoint to the pleasure building in her core, and she craved more.

Evan's hand found its way to her ass again, his palm coming down with a resounding smack that echoed in the quiet room. She yelped, her eyes watering, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she pushed herself closer, her hips moving faster, her p***y clenching around his c**k as if trying to pull him deeper. He slapped her again, the sound of flesh on flesh filling the space between their panting breaths. Her eyes snapped open, meeting his, and she could see the hunger in them, the need to dominate and control her. She liked it, liked the way he took charge and made her feel so alive. He slapped her again, the sound ringing in her ears as the pain blossomed into pleasure. Her p***y was on fire, her c**t throbbing with each smack.

"You're such a good little slut," he murmured, his voice a dark promise. "You love when I'm rough with you, don't you?" "Yes," she gasped, her voice strained by his hand around her throat. "I love it."

Evan's heart raced, his c**k pulsing inside her tight p***y. He could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening with each smack of his hand on her ass. He slapped her again, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing in the room. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes glazed with desire. He knew she was close, her p***y clenching around him like a fist. "c*m for me," he growled, his voice low and demanding. "c*m on my cock." The words were like a command, one that Heather's body obeyed instinctively. Her orgasm crashed over her, her p***y clamping down around his length as she screamed out her release. Her walls tightened like a vise, her juices flooding around him as wave after wave of pleasure consumed her. Evan felt her come, the sensation sending him over the edge as well. He thrust deep, his c**k pulsing as he emptied himself into her, filling her up with his hot, thick c*m.

They remained there for a moment, their bodies trembling with the aftershocks of their shared climax. Evan's hand slowly loosened around her throat, his thumb brushing away the tears that had gathered in the corners of her eyes. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice gentle.