As Jenna's breath hitched, I gave her nipple one final, brutal twist before soothing it with gentle strokes. The abused bud was nearly purple now, standing out in stark contrast against her pale skin. "Thank you, Master," she whispered, her voice thick with devotion as she pressed her punished tit against my hand. "May I have more?"
I chuckled darkly, my fingers tracing the abused flesh. With a sudden, sharp motion, I slapped her ass hard, the sound echoing through the room like a crack of thunder.
As Jenna rubbed her ass, a mix of pain and pleasure evident in her eyes, she moaned, "Aaaah, Master... hit me more..." Her voice was a blend of need and desire, her body writhing with anticipation. She gave me a slutty look, her eyes filled with lust and submission, making my cock twitch in Ava's mouth.
