When he was
done, I can feel my lips were bruised. Then
Mr. Gansheroff dragged with
hand still wrapped around my neck over to a
table and slammed me on that. He took his clothes off and then ripped off my uniform and underwear. He started giving those hard, deep throat kisses again and I wrapped my arms around him. Eventually he was giving me hickeys on my neck, shoulders, breasts, and stomach. I was red, sweating, and huffing and puffing. I eventually moaned, “Daddyy.”
“Did I tell you you can speak?” Mr. Gansheroff snarled before flipping me over and spanking me with the paddle about 5 times. I eye rolled my eyes back, smiled, and cried
tears of both
joy and pain.
He gently rolled me back over, sat me up, and stared rubbing my pussy. My face was
hot now and I can feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter by the second, so I was basically at peak arousal. I was afraid to speak let
alone moan, so I closed eyes and bit my lip.
Sex