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Naughty girl.
Without pausing my tempo, I plunge my ring finger into her puckered asshole.
The shock of my intrusion makes her eyes fly open and she sits up with a gasp.
My lips find the hollow below her ear with a soft nip. “I told you I’d punish you. Does it hurt?”
“No. I’ve just never…” Settling back into the pillow, her surprised expression fades into a wide grin.
“Now make yourself come while I fill up both your holes.” I give her another pinching bite at the tender nape of her neck.
Her hips gyrate against my palm and my cock rubs her thigh as they begin to quiver against me.
Fuck, she’s gripping my hand like a vise. The first shudders begin to ripple through her with breathy moans playing like music in the air.
But then her fingers wrap my wrist, pushing me deeper still.
Disobeying again.
My chest rumbles. “You’re getting punished now.” Pulling out of her, I lift her legs until both ankles are paired in my grip, pushing them over her head.
Then I drag my leaking cock down her dripping pussy.
“Yes,” she whines as she fists the blankets.
Except I keep going to feed the mushroomed head into the entrance of her ass.
She cries out in surprise, but doesn’t try to fight me.
“Flick it,” I grunt. “And you’ll get only the tip. Stop? I’ll keep going.”
Every muscle in my body is screaming at me to thrust into her.
My own legs shake with restraint.
Then I thread my fingers back into her slick pussy, kneading my knuckles over my sensitive end through the thin tissue.
Tiny beads of sweat prickle on my forehead as I struggle not to give in and ravage her virgin ass. There’s no way I’d be able to live with myself if I knew I actually hurt her.
So no matter what, this is all she gets today.
A sample, with a promise of more later.
If she wants.
She presses her clit with fanatical speed until I can feel the tremors of climax building.
“Oh God!” she screams as she explodes. Pulsations pinch my fingers and cock, her body locking me down with the severity of her release.
My nuts tighten as I fall over the cliff with her, punishing her little sphincter with the involuntary spasms of each spurt.
I gasp and pull out of her when I feel her cool touch cupping my sack.
“I liked those consequences,” she giggles as she lowers her legs to frame my hips.
“You like to push the limits, my naughty rule breaker.” I sit back and reach for the drawer next to the bed.
We’ve started keeping a small stash of hand towels there.
