I spanked her again and again, making her cry out as she finished, making that beautiful ass red and welted from my handprint. Because she’d done all the work up to this point, I rolled her over and pinned her in the corner of the couch, bending her so I could pound into her, my ass on display to the fire, my d**k balls deep in that slick paradise. I pounded into her so hard I made the couch shift over on the rug.
Her cries were muffled because of how she was folded, her hands grabbing on to my arm and shoulder, whatever she could latch on to as she took the pounding of a lifetime. Then she took the bomb out of the cannon, the mound of come I’d been wanting to give her since the last load.
“You love my come, don’t you, sweetheart?”
“Yes.” She hooked her legs around me and squeezed, lock
