Demir
Geneva screams so delightfully for me. Her a*sscheecks, nice and round, and red, carry my handprints like a mark of possession. It’s perfect. The unfamiliar satisfaction running through my entire body can’t compare to anything I have ever felt before. My d*ick is hard as a rock and I am leaking precome profusely now, but I don’t act on it. Not now. Geneva needs the punishment, and I need it just as much.
I continue to deliver slow, steady hits to her flesh, extracting moans and desperate pleas with every blow. She’s reaching to a point where she both can’t take it anymore and can’t stop, the perfect sweet spot where pain and humiliation turn into pure pleasure, and my heart is reeling because I am the one to get her there. My Geneva. Flushed, exposed, that perfect c*unt of hers gli
