Chapter 65

• Gasping aloud as the sharp crack of the slapper rapped against her taut buttocks, she bucked hard, upwards, into his mouth, her body pressing up against his face, his lips still open, covering her skin as he licked up the spilled tea.
• Then... Slap! it would bite.
• Again, she gasped, another swat startling her, the sudden sharp pain at odds with his soft skin. As she quivered, quaking from the blow, she could feel the hard leather running gently up and down her thigh, across her wet, swollen lips, teasing at her sensitive membranes. Then it disappeared, and she waited, sure another blow was coming. She almost relaxed, feeling his lips continue to cover her soft stomach, when another couple of quick blows jerked her back into active reaction mode.