“Yeth, Oppa, fuck me.”
“No, that’s not how you ask.”
“Fuck me or I sting you.”
“That’s not how you ask, either, you naughty bee.” I tap the head of my cock along her pussy lips. Notch it at the top to push hard against her clit. She moans and thrashes, grabbing her legs behind her knees. Whether she’s doing it consciously or not, she’s holding position perfectly for me.
I reward her by pushing in and giving her several long, slow strokes. She wails. “Oppa! Oppa!”
“Want me to keep going?”
“Yeth! I so close!”
“Then how do you ask?”
“More! More! More!”
“That’s not how you ask, bratty bee.” I thumb her pearly clit but stop thrusting.
She shakes all over, her hands clasping behind her knees, her head thrown back. “Fuck me!” She growls her adorable little growl.
“Last chance,” I warn her.
“Pease! Pease fuck me, Oppa!”
“That’s better. What a good bumble.” I pump in her, rubbing two fingers along either side of her clit, which should help with her orgasm but not overstimulate her so much she needs a break.
I pound her through her orgasm, until I’m dangerously close. We’re both panting, trembling, when I pull out and clap my hand hard against her left cheek.
She shrieks. “Oppa, no! Finish fucking me!”
“I did. You had a nice, deep orgasm. And now we’re going to keep going on this spanking.”
She catches her lower lip in her teeth, straining her head back, as I start spanking again, right, left, right, left, alternatingcheeks and hands, until her ass and the backs of her thighs are a deep, puffy red.
“Run your hands over your bottom, baby. Feel how hot your cheeks are. They look so beautiful.”
She lifts her head, spreading her knees and trying to peer between her thighs. Her pretzel position makes me chuckle. She rubs her thighs and ass-cheeks. My amusement fades to a deeper pleasure as I watch expressions chase across her face. Surprise. Wonder. Awe.
“Tell me what you’re feeling, baby,” I whisper.
“Feel like a good girl,” she says, tears pooling in the corners of her eyes.
“You are a good girl, baby. This is what good girls get. Warm bottoms and orgasms and a proud, proud Oppa.”
Her wet eyes lift to my face. “You proud of me?”
“So proud. You held position through that without me even asking.”
She glances up at her ankles like she’s surprised to find them over her head. Her face splits into a wild giggle. “I did.”
“Turn over and get your ass in the air. It’s Oppa’s turn.”
“Oppa’s turn to get a red bottom?”
“Oppa’s turn to blow his special lotion all over those hot cheeks.”
That gets me another wild giggle and a baby girl who flips over onto her knees at just short of the speed of light.
