Sinking into the depths of his chest, my arms encircled his neck, and Jack repeated the whipping. Striking meanly at my ass, the sting bit cruelly into the skin. I whimpered softly and took more. Moving to my shoulders the strikes were softer, but at that ticklish edge between too much and never quite enough.
I wanted more.
“Jack, please!” I purred as my crotch moved into his. His c**k was hard. With the stalk going between my thighs, I danced on the spear, letting the feel of it pressing against my pubes find me groveling for more. The biting snaps of leather continued, lash after lash striking skin as it worked my entire backside. Those to my red buttocks came faster, the force behind them more vicious and more painful—like they alone could release all my pent-up s****l heat. “
