Women who read the opposite of Janus preferred crimson.

Ma’am was more my fare and Dominatrix was my game.

Before me I had the shapely round behind of my significant other.

Don’t let the long brown hair and chipmunk-cheek face fool you.

Power thrust busted his butt open and fanned flames in his ass hole.

Bowels gurgled and sounds expelled including a fart and a creame pie.

It was all courtesy of my enema bulb attached to the penis up his sex.

I had put my all into it which was proven by his cum shot.

With a heave of my chest and a wet vagina, I came to climax.

I topped it off, by ordering him to bend his knee in a deep curtsey.

As a sign of respect and an admission, that I owned his ass!

I let my wooden hairbrush do my talking and soon my s/o was in tears.

A red hole and crimson behind from the paddled farter now in pain,

I separated his hot cheeks and shoved the brush handle up his rectum.

And, since he had recently been fucked it was bound to hurt.

One can not expect to get their jollies without a little pain.

A ‘Holly, Jolly’ pegging amorous holiday had come to an en