Kent’s open palm slaps hard against my ass, making me pitch forward as I gasp and then deeply moan, shuddering as the pain resonates through my body, sharp and sweet. My elbows start to buckle again, unable to take my weight, as Kent does it again –
One more sharp thwack, one more sweeping sting of pleasure – I feel my entire body tighten, feel those inner muscles clamp around Kent’s c**k like a vice.
Kent growls and shudders at the feel of me clasped tight around him and he falters a little as he raises his hand again for another smack. I can almost picture him, his eyes closed, undone by the feel of me squeezing him tight. I feel his hips pulse a little, despite his determination to stay seated within me until I move my hand back –
“Do it,” I gasp, my words hardly more than a whisp
