Punish My Títs, Ma'am. (3)
I scrambled to the couch the second Alex gave me that look. My heart was racing, already aching for her approval. I leaned back, spread my legs wide, and gave her a full view of my smooth, glistening pússy, freshly waxed just for tonight. I wanted her eyes on me. I needed her attention.
She stepped forward with a slow, deliberate pace, her eyes dark with hunger. Her voice was low, sharp, and dripping with control.
“Nice pússy, slút. Too bad it’s about to get thoroughly abused. And you know good little slúts keep their legs open wide when their pússies are punished, right? Because if they don’t…” She trailed off, smirking. “They regret it.”
I shivered from her tone, biting my lip. “Yes, Ma’am. I’ll keep my pússy spread wide open for you. I want to be your good
