Such a sublime moment as she lies across my lap face down with her p****** around her ankles and her skirt bunched up around her waist, t****** with her petite breasts and large puffy n****** rubbing against the sofa fabric, her slightly upturned cheeks bright pink but not red from her spanking, listening to her gasp and moan and growl despite how she loathes to lose control, as I watch her face in the mirror as she orgasms hard with my thumb in her a**, my index and middle fingers in her soaked p****, and my ring and pinkie fingers stroking her enormous c*******. She tries so hard to keep eye contact with me in the mirror as she is required to, as my free hand is locked in her hair forcing her to see herself and me in the mirror. She knows if she avoids eye contact or pushes her a** up too high she will get the belt afterwards….which will only put her through the same cycle again, and again if necessary. It sounds brutal but through trial and error we discovered this is what she wants. When she has s***** need she does not want to be treated gently. On needier days she will be fucked in the a** or p**** over my lap with dildos that push her to the edge of her tolerance. Sometimes she needs a plug in her a** or an obscenely fat glass plug in her p**** as the other hole is fucked. Sometimes both are filled as she begs for the spanking. Sometimes I can see in her eyes that she knowingly wants the belt.
She inevitably ends up curled up in my lap for hours after feeling loved and secure after it all. My time will come later, but this is who she is and what she openly admits craving.
