Everything had been impact and flurried movement and cries while her Master spanked her. He’d used the hairbrush, because he liked the uncontrolled way she responded when the brush landed. But he’d put the brush down at last, when all she knew was sex and pain and heat. Now there was peace, of a kind.
Her Master had said she had two minutes to come, or she’d get the hairbrush again. This time he would go a little harder.
She could feel the sun on her left thigh, but she squirmed out of the light. Her fingers worked, her arm under her tummy, fingertips wet with her own arousal. Her body tensed, and she lost awareness of time, and space: she couldn’t have said where she was.
She pushed forward, her body riding her own fingers onward. Would she come before her time was up? She didn’t know. Or care. Only that sweetness, in her skin and in her cunt, driving her on, burrowing into that quiet and soothing dark.
Wonderful mage, amplified by the words.
Amazing words that partner with the image so well.
Ooooh hot, hot words complemented by a hot image x
I love the image, and the accompanying words are exciting.
Hot words! Hot image! Go together perfectly!
Oh I so want to know if she came in time or not
Gosh . . . very, very sexy . . . from that immediately intriguing image, to the words below!!!
Xxx – K
Intense words and the perfect photo to go with.
Did she?? Inquiring minds want t know. 😉
Great image, hot story.
I love the hurried tone of the photo. It’s like you took it quickly while mid-action, or in secret. Hot.
Gorgeous photo. Combined with that story, oh man. So yum