True Sex Stories: Ascension Mechants

A girl on the bed, a belt in the hand, and a throbbing hard cock. Yep, that would be the recipe for a good night.

And then she is there

, kneeling before me, my fist in her hair, her hands bound behind her; her soft, beautiful face mashed into the bedding.

Muffled confessions of transgressions, past and present, spilling from her lips. She whimpers as I beat her slutty little ass. The blue canvas belt slices through the air with a whisper, striking her flesh, painting claret colored stripes along her satiny, caramel colored skin.

She cries out, protesting her tenderest flesh being struck with the buckle of the belt, her eyes brimming with tears as wet as the overflowing juices from her bruised cunt.

Later she rides my thigh, grinding, gliding, glissading over my thick muscular leg as I cat her, the tails whipping around her small body. She heaves, her mouth parted, her breathing raspy. She begs to cum. I acquiesce. She moans and shudders through another wet orgasm.

"Fuck me, pleaseee," she pleads.

Fuck her I do. Pounding my lust deep and hard into her with my thick, engorged cock; pummeling her, crushing her, suffocating her until our mixed cum overflows her gaping cunt.

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