Punish My Títs, Ma'am. (6)
I felt Mistress Alex’s hand glide over my reddened ass.
The sting was still fresh and delicious. “I love how your ass gets red when I spank you. Your skin shows off the marks so well,” she murmured, her fingers tracing over my bruised flesh.
Then—smack!—she slapped me again, just to hear me squirm.
My breath hitched. Those little moans and whimpers I couldn’t hold back always seemed to fuel her. She grinned, clearly enjoying herself.
“You’ll be glad you spread your legs so wide for me, séxý girl,” she teased, then without warning, her hand snapped between my thighs. The slap landed hard on my slick pússý. I gasped, my body jolting from the rough attention.
Her laughter was low and wicked. “You’re soaking wet already. Let me feel…” She slipped two fingers in
