1. Life of the Mainwarings Chapter 9: Passion Renewed


    Date: 1/14/2016, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Mature, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    what I meant." "I can't think of too many things I wouldn't do to give you pleasure, darling. Seeing you aroused is just such an amazing sight. I can never get enough." "So you'd do it?" "Yes, absolutely. Of course. Why? Want me to warm your bottom now?" "Yes. Sean, I want you to spank me right now. Just your hand this time though, please. Spank me and then f***e me to cum with that big fat cock of yours. You can even take my bottom again if you like. The lube is in the drawer on your side of the bed." "Been giving this some thought have we?" "All afternoon, darling. I'm afraid I had to go into the washroom and wank once this afternoon." "You wanked at work? Slut! Whore! Present your bottom for spanking you naughty girl!" Sean's tone belied the offensive words he used, and Pamela giggled as she threw off the covers and maneuvered herself across Sean's lap. He had moved so that he was sitting up with his head propped against the headboard with pillows. He pulled Pamela's nighty up over her ass, noting that she had gone to bed without her knickers on. He smiled. "You've been a bad girl, wanking at work. What if someone had heard you in the stall?" "I think someone did, actually darling. I've been very naughty." Sean rested his hand on his wife's left buttock, caressing the smooth flesh and enjoying the way it felt under his hand. Pamela was squirming on his lap. She could feel his rampant pole poking at her belly and knew that before too long it would be impaling her guts in ...
    a most delightful way. SMACK! "OH!" she cried as his large hand crashed down on the butt cheek that it had so recently been caressing. SMACK! "OW!" Pamela shouted as her other butt cheek got a matching blow. "You...SMACK...should...SMACK...not...SMACK...wank...SMACK...at...SMACK... work...SMACK...Only...SMACK...whores...SMACK...and...SLUTS...do...SMACK... that...SMACK!" Pamela gasped and cried out with every stinging blow to her well warmed ass, but she knew that her pussy was a simmering cauldron of lust that would boil over at the merest touch. "Does...SMACK...this...SMACK...turn...SMACK...you...SMACK...on...SMACK...sl ut... SMACK...does...SMACK...it...SMACK?" "Yes! Oh...darling...yes," Pamela gasped as Sean stopped slapping her ass and went back to gently rubbing the stinging flesh. "Spread your legs and show me." Pamela's legs flew apart as if spring loaded. In the dim light provided by a pair of bedside lamps Sean could clearly see his wife's pussy petals covered with the evidence of her arousal. A fingertip sliding between her lips and up to her clit was all it took to send Pamela crashing into an intense orgasm. Her legs locked together around his forearm, trapping his hand against her pussy, grinding herself against his hand. But Sean was having none of that. He rolled her off his lap and onto her back on the bed. Getting to his knees, he reached into the bedside table for the lube bottle that Pamela had placed their earlier. "On your knees, wench." "Y-y-y-yes sir," ...
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