“Love the bruises!” he exclaimed, a hand running across the splotchy skin.
It hadn’t even registered that there must be bruises left from Hector’s strap. What she couldn’t see, she didn’t have to care about, though she felt the pain in her bottom renew inside the man’s tight-fisted grasp.
“Oh, God, yes harder!” she heard herself scream. Yes, yes. This was all she wanted. “YES, YES, f**k ME! MAKE ME HURT!”
Hurt? Was that her word?
She got spanked more after that needy cry, by #3 and #4 – who quickly replaced her first anal assailant once that man had left a flood of sperm floating deep in her entrails.
Some man, #5, if she was still counting accurately, pulled himself underneath her body. She climbed on his hips, adjusting positions with the man still working her bottom hole. Face to
