She was met with Giana’s warm mouth, licking her from
behind. She grasped at the comforter, clawing and digging in
as she moaned.
She was met with a sharp crack to her ass as Giana spanked
her. It made her scream. “Stay right there, sweetheart, unless
you want another.”
She did want another. Especially when Giana replaced the
sting of that spank with her mouth, licking and kissing the red
flesh before she spread her open with her fingers and speared
her with her tongue. Coralyn tried to keep still, but she knew it
was only a matter of time before she lost the battle. When it
happened and she drove herself back onto Giana’s face, she
reared back and smacked her ass once, twice, again and again.
Coralyn howled because it fucking hurt, but it felt so good that
she could come too. She was already so close. She was
throbbing.
“Come on my fingers, Coralyn. I know you’re there.” Giana
slipped three inside Coralyn, and fuck, she was so full. She
rode back on those fingers, moaning, every movement sending
shivers of bliss radiating through her until she was near
fracturing.
She tried, but she couldn’t. She was so close, and then the
pleasure skirted away. She was frustrated, her body damp with
sweat. Giana felt everything. She tugged Coralyn closer to the
edge of the bed, her fingers still inside her, and fixed her
mouth over her sex. Coralyn’s head fell all the way back and
her hips bucked all the way up, riding out the lightning bolt of
pleasure that sizzled through her core. She licked Coralyn
around her fingers as they plunged in and out of her, stretching
her, filling her, giving her just enough time to recover before