He strips the jeans and panties off and spreads my legs. Stroking me softly, he enjoys my arousal. As he strokes my clit, it becomes harder. The ring that adorns my hood keeps me in a partially aroused state anyway, but his fingers complete the process. I lay back on the couch, across his lap... offering myself for him to use in any way he chooses. As hard as the spanking was... as sore as my ass is now... it only fans the flame of my desire for him, for his touch.

He alternates between stroking me and slapping the tender lips of my pussy with the flat of his hand. He spreads my legs wider and marks the inside of my thighs with his hand prints. At times he pulls the soft pierced skin of my clit hood back and exposes that sensitive little button. Wetting his finger with my juices, he strokes it directly and I think I am going to go insane from the intensity of the caress. Soon I am begging him to allow me to cum, but he is silent. He continues to stroke me.....

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