I didn't let her taste it yet. I kept slapping her cheeks, left, right, then left again, hard enough to sting but not enough to bruise, keeping her completely under my control.
Her head jerked with each smack, gray hair falling messily across her face, heavy tits swaying beneath her as she knelt in the water. She moaned louder every time, needy and broken, her mouth chasing my cock like it was the only thing she craved.
"Ahh… please…" she moaned, her voice wrecked and desperate, begging to be throat-fucked by me again. I knew she was a fucking throat demon. She had deep-throated me earlier like she was born for it, gagging and drooling, eyes watering as she took every inch until her nose pressed against my stomach.
I was going to make her filthy in front of everyone, break her attitude completely so she would never dare talk back to my harem of MILFs again.
