"Holy cow!" I exclaimed in disbelief as I peered at the screen. "She's moaning," I said, referring to the unending moans that slipped through her lips as she counted his strokes.
I scoffed, leaning back into my seat, finally understanding why I was asked to keep an open mind, because if I didn't... Let's not get into that.
He carried on spanking her crimson ass until they got to number twenty.
He threw the whip to the corner, heading to a bedside drawer and took out two items. One of them was a pack of wipes. I couldn't identify the other.
When he got to her exhausted, heaving figure, he pulled a smaller stool close, sitting on it so his face was directly before her ass cheeks.
He pressed soft kisses against her backside, careful to avoid touching some parts that looked bruised.
When he was done worshipping her cheeks equally, he took out some wipes from the pack and used them to clean them properly.
