“Take off your skirt,” he said.
The skirt unzipped and pushed to the floor, she was naked excerpt for her garter-belt and stockings.
“Crawl on the bed, on your hands and knees.” She did. “Now part your legs, and lower your head and chest to the bed.” Her head pounding, heart thumping loudly and methodical, hands sweating, thighs quivering, Tessa followed the order, giving this master of the moment a complete view of her naked, private regions.
The effect was stunning. As Miles inspected her opened cunt, the puckering rear hole, and her two pert ass cheeks waving at him in the tepid air, he wondered just how long her fanny would be so brashly beckoning him, when it was crimson from a rash of punishing blows. He snickered to himself as his mind quickly drew the picture of her distress and
