He thrust inside her harder and harder.
His breath ragged.
Her frame sinking under His weight.
His hand let go her throat only as long as it took Him to redden her cheek.
Slapping her made Him hard,
Slapping her grew His need to have her, possess her, own her, take her, swallow her.
She knew it.
"Slap me, Sir" she cried from deep inside her.
After each hit she recovered herself, a smile in her eyes and across her lips.
She knew how to be His slut. She loved it, this symbiotic dance they danced.
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