Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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Kent’s open palm slaps hard against my ass, making me pitch forward as I gasp and then deeply moan, shuddering as the pain resonates through my body, sharp and sweet. My elbows start to buckle again, unable to take my weight, as Kent does it again —

One more sharp thwack, one more sweeping sting of pleasure – I feel my entire body tighten, feel those inner muscles clamp around Kent’s cock like a vice.

Kent growls and shudders at the feel of me clasped tight around him and he falters a little as he raises his hand again for another smack. I can almost picture him, his eyes closed, undone by the feel of me squeezing him tight. I feel his hips pulse a little, despite his determination to stay seated within me until I move my hand back-

“Do it,” I gasp, my words hardly more than a whisper, wanting more. “Do it, Kent,” and then I slide my hand further to the right.

The slaps come thick and fast for a moment – three sharp smacks on my ass, each one a stinging blow that makes me rock forward, leaning down low over the desk as I gasp, my eyes pressed tightly shut, my mouth open and my head tilted back at the insane feel of it, my whole body shaking at the dual

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he slips his palm red, itself stinging – underneath my arm to lay flat against my chest, pulling me back upwards until I’m standing with my arms straight

Fay,” Kent growls. “Or you wont like what I do next.”

because I actually want to obey him. Whatever he’s threatening me with…honestly, I think I’d probably like it. Kent’s still in control whatever I push him to, in this little game of ours, I know it would be designed to deepen pleasure for one of

tight pussy, letting me feel every inch of his dick as he slowly withdraws. I shudder against the endless length of him. “You’ve disobeyed me twice

then he slams into me again, making

slides out slowly again, as if in

and my face. tiled up towards the ceiling. “Yes, Kent. I’ll do

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chest harder, obliging me to stand almost completely straight, just tilted forward, slightly, at the waist. Then, he does…something. I can’t quite tell what I’m

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hips, somehow, so that his cock presses