“N-Nathan,” she utters nervously.
Her pussy comes into view, and itisn’tbare.
A soaked thong clings to her slit.
Holding her spread thighs with my hands underneath her knees, I roam my eyes up her naked belly and heaving tits to her red face. “Do you think it’s funny to joke about keeping your cunt bare on a date with another man?”
“I… I was…Ah!”
I slap her pussy and cup it hard, so the sting seeps into her skin. “This is mine.”
Hooking my fingers in her thong, I rip it with a snap of my wrist. “Just so you don’t forget, I’m going to spank your little cunt like the naughty brat you are. Count every one of them or I start all over again.”
Smack!
“Oh god!” she cries.
“Count, you little slut.”
Smack!
“One!”
Spank! Spank! Spank!
“Four!”
Spank! Smack!
“Five…. Six,” she sobs, falling to her elbows. “Please… no more.”
Spank!
“S-Seven.”
“Look at me!”
Brown eyes high on lust with tears clinging to her lashes collide with mine, and she whispers, “I’m sorry.”
Spank!
“Eight!” she gasps.
“Do you understand who this pussy belongs to?”
She nods prettily.
Spank! Spank!
I deliver the final one right on her clit.
“T-ten-Fuccck!”
My ravenous mouth latches to her pulsing and hot pussy as I drop to my knees, uncaring when the pebbles on the road bite into my skin. Throwing both her legs over my shoulder, I lift her ass with both hands and eat my meal.
Raw and animalistic craving eclipses every other rational thought as I drink my favorite addiction. I thrust my tongue into her hole, licking along her walls, not wanting to miss a single drop of her sweet wetness.
“Oh god, Nathan,” moans Arya, held completely at my mercy.
