Then he slapped her ass—smack— the sound echoing in the room.
She cried out, jerking forward. "Ahh—fuck, yes!"
"You like that, Queen?" he teased, grabbing a handful of her ass cheek and squeezing it roughly. "So damn filthy for me now, aren't you?"
She moaned into the table, her fists clenching. "Yes… slap me again—make me yours."
He chuckled. His hand smacked her again, and again, until her ass was red and trembling. Each hit made her moan louder, her pussy clenching with anticipation. She was soaked—begging for him.
Julian leaned over her, grabbing a fistful of her hair, tugging her head back just enough so he could whisper into her ear.
"You want this cock buried deep in that tight little cunt, don't you?"
"Y-yes," she whimpered. "Please… stretch me open—use me."
That was all he needed.
