Three Days Dry and Begging for His Hard Slaps

She knows exactly what she're doing to you. Her curvy body is bent over, her green shirt pulled up to expose that perfect ass. You can't help but ache as he slaps her, his hairy legs and tattooed forearm a blur as he drives into her.

Her blonde hair cascades down her back, framing that lush booty. With each thrust, her body moves, inviting your touch. His hand comes down hard on her cheek, making you twitch. You can feel your pulse racing, your breath catching in your throat. The room fades away, leaving only the sound of their bodies meeting.

The slap echoes through the room, making you harder. You're stroking now, unable to resist the rhythm of his thrusts. She's face-down, her head turned away, but you know she's feeling it too. The sound of their bodies meeting is all you can think about. Your hand moves faster, your edge approaching. How long will you last? He slaps her again, and you feel yourself surge forward. Your breathing quickens, your heart pounding in your chest. You're right there with them, caught up in the heat of the moment.