With each real hit against her ass, she felt her pussy open further and getting moist. She had no idea what was causing it, it was impossible that she was getting aroused from this.
- "Please..."
She whimpered, not even sure what she was pleading for. For him to continue? For him to stop? Her body said the first, her mind said the second. It was impossible to miss the bulge in his pants and it made her very nervous. She didn't want him to fuck her.
She nearly jumped when his finger touched her asshole. Even her husband had never touched her asshole, nor did she held any desire for him to do so. She sighed, or perhaps moaned, when he stopped touching her there and smacked her again.
- "Please..."
She whimpered, not even sure what she was pleading for. For him to continue? For him to stop? Her body said the first, her mind said the second. It was impossible to miss the bulge in his pants and it made her very nervous. She didn't want him to fuck her.
She nearly jumped when his finger touched her asshole. Even her husband had never touched her asshole, nor did she held any desire for him to do so. She sighed, or perhaps moaned, when he stopped touching her there and smacked her again.