Punishment from the hooligan girl
We made love. To exhaustion. You, as always, are insatiable. You wore me out. Where haven't you been inside me… My favorite pervert!
But what do I hear?! A slut? Me?! I might even agree — for you, I truly become one… But that smirk of yours! Grrr, emotions are about to tear me apart right now! I know what I'll do with you. You will be punished. And your punishment will be agonizing. Agonizingly sweet… You'll like it.
Tough, rough guy! A smirk twisted your lips. Your tongue is daring. Ah, those lips and that tongue! You're not using them right, dear. They'd be much more useful elsewhere…
But I know that in my little
gentle hands, you can become a fluffy kitten and bury your nose in my palms. And not just my palms. Where haven't you stuck your curious nose! And everywhere it felt good to me. More than good.— Now I'll show you who's the slut here, — I smirk.
— You! — the same smirk. — Mine…
A fire ignited in my eyes. My hands are itching. I so want to spank you! You little bastard, you're infuriating! But you're not afraid of me. In vain. Soon you'll be moaning and biting the pillow… from pleasure. I can't wait to hear your hoarse moans. Sweeter than music.
I pushed you on the shoulder — you understood me, your eyes gleamed slyly. At the mere thought of what I'm about to do to you, your python raised its head. Wait, sweetie, soon I'll turn that python into a worm.
You lay on your stomach — I jumped on top. All of you beneath me, my stubborn stallion! I want to stretch out like a starfish on your body, as I often do. My living leather mattress. But not now.
Appetizing buns. Squeeze. Bite! You're laughing… And like this — to the point of pain — do you like it? You twitched in displeasure.
— Stay! — and a ringing slap on the butt. Nice! And a red mark with your cry. Didn't expect that. I'll cool it with a kiss. And I'll slap you again. — Well, are you going to apologize?
Shaking your head? Well then, take it, you deserve it. You silently buried your face in the pillow. Admit it, you like the pain, and I like yours — even more.
A ringing slap on the butt, until my palm hurts. You flinched but stayed in place. I hit again and again. Bliss! Feel it too… the bliss of pain. Your butt is hot, red, like a ripe apple. Beautiful. I love it like this.
Alright, now to kiss the skin heated from the blows. Tender, firm. I want to go further… deeper… My tongue ran between the clenched halves. They involuntarily tightened. Funny.
— Get up… — I nudge under your hips. You get on your knees, slightly spreading your legs. Just what I need! Your gaze is wary — I smile, playfully stroking your buttocks. You asked for it! And you voluntarily accept the punishment, burying your face in the pillow. This is your favorite punishment — I know.
Mmm… How appetizing your butt looks! Kissing… all around. My tongue plays, drawing patterns on the tender skin. Stroking, narrowing circles, making its way to the very sun. Your testicles in my palm. I play, rolling them. My fingers wrapped around the swollen cock, moving.
A moan. How nice to listen. Even nicer to caress you. My tongue presses, making its way inside. Again and again. You squirm in my hands. Grabbed the pillow, burying your face. I know — you feel like a slut. Mine. And you like it — you can't hide it. Madly. And I get drunk on your moans. On the tender skin on my lips. On the power in my hand.
My little tongue swiftly plunges into you. You move to meet it, impaling yourself on the little hooligan. You moan. That's right, you don't get to have me wherever you want. Right now, I want you. And I'm having you.
You growl. Ah, big guy, I adore it! I won't let you spill into my little hand — I'm not that cruel. And I've already forgiven your rudeness — you were deliberately asking for it. I dove between your legs, my lips forming a tight ring around the hard cock. You gasped — the surprise worked…
But that's not all. Your prostate is entrusted to my caring and gentle finger. I massage it, not releasing the rock-hard cock from my mouth. You, growling, thrust your hips. I feel — you're on the edge. Feed me, my good boy, I've earned it today…
You trembled. Spilled everything I had been happily extracting. Tasty, slightly salty porridge. Mmm…
You lie next to me, still trembling. I smile. I crawled up to your chest, gave your lips a peck.
— How did you like the punishment? Won't you ask for it anymore?
He smiled, held me tight.
— Of course, I will! You little hooligan.
That's why I love you…