When Hubby's Away - Anna Bell Peaks

First, the hungry look in his eyes while he watched me made me feel like the sexiest woman on the planet. And second, he was going to spank me. I was comfortable in my own skin despite some physical imperfections—every woman has ways they wish they were different or better, even the skinny ones. I kept myself toned at the gym, a convenience and a perk of working there. I imagined him seeing the curves of my naked, fit body posed as though stalking prey, my messy, red locks hanging like opened curtains presenting my breasts, which were just about a good handful, nothing more. I did not miss the way the tip of his tongue darted out and licked his upper lip, his lower lip briefly rolling into his mouth when his tongue retracted. My breath caught at the second thought. He said he did not like to cause pain. I said I trusted him. Surely he would stop if I said he was hurting me? I could not deny that my curiosity was piqued, along with my arousal. After a couple of deep breaths, I was moving again. I refused to look at his cock when he helped me lay across his lap. I didn't need that distraction. But I became more nervous when it tapped my belly as I settled into cumshot the most comfortable position. I also noticed a slightly hard and cool sensation that I started to ask about, but his hand rested on my exposed ass, creating yet another distraction. He caressed lightly, his other Cumshots hand on the middle of my back. A moan escaped before I could stop it. "Say 'red' if you need me to stop, okay? It's called a safeword. It's for your security." I swallowed heavily. I could do this. I wanted pov to at least try. "Yes." His own moan met my ears at the same time as the words of the latest song on my laptop, which I'd forgotten was still playing. ZZ Top crooned "Rough Boy" while Chris Berry splayed his fingers out across my right butt cheek, massaging lightly. A slight shudder made me arch my hips, raising my ass toward his touch when he lifted his hand before he laid it down on my left cheek. Then there were more soft caresses. More nerves sparking to life before shooting directly toward my core. My arms were folded on the bed, my forehead resting on them. My breasts pressed against the mattress, Chris's thighs firm and warm under me. I was lost in the moment...the rhythm of the song, the gentle touches from him. His first smack made me cry out, although I knew it was coming eventually. It hadn't been hard, and it hadn't hurt. It was cum just...startling. I was prepared when the second one came on the opposite butt cheek. And I sighed when he brushed his hand across both points of contact. "Doing okay, Holly?" I nodded and moaned again when his hand slid a little lower. handjob But I choked out another cry when his hand hit the new spot a little harder. This time, there was a tingle, like after you smack your arm to kill a mosquito. Despite my muscle mass, the skin there was tender. I was carried past her, the tentacles within me slowly cumshot pushing deeper, my mind drifting in a tempest of pleasure. Around the group, there was some kissing and making out, but aside from a grope of a tit now and then, there wasn’t anything overtly pov sexual. “I smell a soliloquy.” I just need to rest for a minute." She had lost count of her orgasms at this point. Or made a comment about her future visits to her temple and all the worshipers taking part in her gang rape. Her eyes wandered down and returned to his big bulge. I thanked cum him for being willing to join all of us for dinner. He decided that no matter how he did it, it would be best to do it one at a time. I Cumshots gasped as my orgasm exploded handjob through me. My bowels spasmed around Ms. Rowbottom's thrusting dick.