“Get on my thighs, Lylah.”
Lylah?
Seems he has let go of the slut word. Is that a good sign?
Giving in to my fate, I got on his thighs like he asked, eyes closed, anticipating the pain that didn't take long before it came.
The spanking resumed, the sharp blows landing on me again. Oddly enough, when I squirmed on his thighs and felt his hard c**k poking my stomach, my p***y clenched, and my n*****s grew harder like pebbles.
I didn't understand my body. Why was I getting aroused by pain? Did the spanking affect my thoughts? Perhaps made me lose touch with reality?
My breath quickened as I intentionally thrust my stomach against his c**k, my p***y getting wetter as I quickly found myself building to an orgasm.
What the f*****g hell??
Why did I feel like I was getting closer to an
