“What do you think you’re doing?” His voice is unexpectedly cold. “I can’t crawl down the stairs.” “You will unless you want punishment,” he says and gives me a gentle pat on the head. “Take your time.” My insides shiver with a ripple of excitement that settles straight into my core. The muscles tighten, and I squirm on my ass, feeling my pussy get wetter. Disobeying him would be worthwhile if it means getting those hands on my ass. I peer up at him and ask, “What kind of punishment?” He doesn’t even smile when he replies, “The kind that will leave your pussy hot and throbbing and unable to
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