Davis, descending on the woman’s back side, pulled her to her feet, one arm about her waist, his other hand at her behind fondled it with a insistent but gentle caress. The act only enhanced the pain, but not so she was crying from any further agony. Pushing her toward the sofa, he held her limp willing body close to his, as the remarkable dominant felt for a moist willing home for his erect p***s.
The s*x was part of the finale too. Some necessary justice served them both. Ashley needed the strange affection of Davis’s pounding groin against her backside, while Davis needed the last act of this classic theatre properly played to the finish. It tied up loose ends, and raw feelings between dominant and submissive. The climactic explosion in both their loins, a marked and righteous end.
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