Page 194 of Pucking Obsessed

When D’Angelo runs his large hand down my spine, I arch into his touch

I sigh, relaxing.

Then D‘Angelo brushes his fingers along the sensitive skin of my thighs, before finally smoothing over my ass.

The first slap is light, barely there.

“One,” Shay murmurs into my ear.

The second smack is harder on the other side.

“Two.” Shay’s lips graze my ear. “Three. Four. Five.”

It’s like Shay is part of this experience in an intimate, perfect way. At each spank, which stings but only enough to spread a delicious warmth through to my core, his counting binds us together in the heat.

Sweat beads between my shoulder blades. My skin prickles.

When I close my eyes, it’s like Shay is inside my mind — my soul.

“Nine, ten, eleven,” Shay counts.

“I want to see her face.” Eden bunches my sweaty hair in his hand and tugs my head up.

My eyes flutter shut.

Everything is blurred in my mind but in the best way.

I’m floating on the pleasure, which D’Angelo is igniting on my ass. His erotic spanking is so skilled that I never want it to end. Each smack is aimed to send shock waves thrumming to my pussy.

Have I ever been this wet?

“Seventeen…” Shay nibbles my ear.

Eden kisses me on the count.

Like the final piece of the puzzle slotting into place, I kiss Eden back.

Finally, I feel complete.

Eden kisses me now on each count.

I feel like I could take fifty, a hundred, athousandspanks, supported by these twins’ words and kisses.

D’Angelo rewards me with loving strokes over my burning, red ass between his strikes.

I smile at the image I must make over his lap and the thought that I must match Shay’s ass.

We really look like two pets now.

“Twenty-four, love,” Shay murmurs.

When Eden kisses me, I can’t stop myself from eagerly pushing up my ass for the next spank.

How am I this close to coming already?

Just from being spanked?

Is this possible?

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