“I’m the only one you want spanking you, aren’t I?” “Yes!” “The only one you want to fuck you.” He punctuates his sharp words with another spank against my clit, and this time, my legs threaten to give way. “Yes, yes!” I moan, pressing my palms hard into the hood, as if it’ll relieve any of the tension building between my legs. But I know the only way I’ll find relief is if Angelo keeps doing that right there. “And when your husband fucks you on your wedding night, all you’ll be thinking about is me.” Another hard, stinging slap. “Wishing it was my cock stretching your tight pussy open.”
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