Amanda Gets Spanked
by Mat Twassel
Copyright© 2023 by Mat Twassel
Erotica Sex Story: Amanda borrows a blouse from Elle without permission, so of course she's going to get a spanking. Illustrated.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa Consensual Fiction Spanking Analingus Cream Pie Oral Sex Illustrated .
Elle caught Amanda going through her wardrobe. “That blue shift looks lovely on you,” she said. “But you really should have asked first. I’m afraid I’m going to have to give you a spanking on your bare bottom. Sit in the chair and let’s get those panties off.”
Elle took hold of the underpants and tugged them down. “Oh my,” she said, with the panties stretched between Amanda’s slender legs. “What an adorable wet spot. And you have the loveliest cunt scent. Oh my!
“Let’s just flap up your frock so I can see what I’m aiming at. Oh, sweetie, I can see how wet you are from here. Practically dripping. I don’t know whether to swat you or eat you all up. Either way, we’re going to have to put these panties in your mouth so your squeals don’t scare the squirrels from the trees.”
Elle drew back her hand. Amanda’s ass was just so beautiful. The delicate pout of her pussy. The sex lips slightly swollen. Girl sap oozing from the center. And the dark twinkle of that tight little asshole. How could anyone resist?
Again and again Elle smacked Amanda’s ass cheeks. The firm flesh reddened and quivered with each succulent slap. Despite the panties muffling Amanda’s mouth, the girl’s yelps filled the room. Runnels of cunt juice trickled Amanda’s inner thighs. Breathing the scent of Amanda’s excitement, Elle smiled and sighed and spanked and spanked and spanked.
Amanda’s little star was opening and closing, but the stupid shift got in the way. “Take off my fucking shirt,” Elle shouted, and she wrenched the garment over Amanda’s head then removed her own. “That’s better,” Elle said, her tone soothing now. “Much much better, my sweet little sweetie,” and she gave Amanda one final stinging whap. Sex juice poured from Amanda’s core. The girl was clearly coming. Elle could resist no longer. She rammed her tongue into the plush melt of cunt. Her tongue plunged and plunged, fucking deep, deep, deep, and then withdrew and without a moment’s hesitation penetrated the girl’s tight anal aperture, seeking and finding the swampy heat, the smooth and undulant clench, the sweet and utter surrender of everything worth having.
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