Layton

The sound of her shriek sends a bolt of lust straight to my cock. If it wasn’t stiff already, it is now. I slap her again, leaving a bright red mark on her arse cheek, which I then kiss softly and stroke gently to ease the harshness of my action. I narrow my eyes at the markings on her back. I want to talk to her about it, but now isn’t the time. It was a bold move, maybe even an arrogant one and I hope she isn’t pissed off about it. The scarring will be minimal. The wounds aren’t deep, mere scratches, but I don’t doubt they will remain etched onto her otherwise flawless skin for some time. It gives me a dark thrill that makes my cock bounce. I want her. Need her but I’m not giving in yet. She requires me to be this way for her a little while longer. She isn’t ready to give up. I have faith she will inform me when she wants this to end.