Tied To His Whim..

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Luther's POV. 24. The shower was still running, water drumming against us. My hand was already exploring her, and the other was on my own c**k. It was hard, throbbing, ready. I wanted her now. I yanked her up, shut off the water. The cold tile hit her skin. I bent her over, her ass pressed against me, Aurora's hands flat against the wall. I felt this sudden urge hit me - a need to slap her ass. I didn't hesitate. SMACK. "Aaahhh!" She screamed, loud. I did it again. SMACK. Harder. Her screams were getting louder, a mix of pain and something else... something that turned me on. "Luther, come on, just f**k me now... please..." It was a desperate cry, a moan. Her words... they hit something in me. I lifted her hips a little, and then I was inside her. I thrust, hard and rough, poundi

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