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She smiles at me and presses her finger against her lips, letting it slip into her mouth, she licks it, teasing me.

Zina has pushed me into the chair in our bedroom and insisted that I stay here and not move.

Now she’s seducing me by slowly stripping off clothes, layer by layer, revealing the white lace lingerie beneath everything.

She turns her back on me and bends down, pushing one lace stocking down her leg, arching her ass towards me. The thin lace of her panties covers nothing at all, and the sight of her perfectly pink pussy makes my cock throb harder.

I pull the button of my pants open, easing the strain off my cock, letting it free instead of leaving it confined against the fabric.

When she spreads her legs and reaches through her legs, still bent over, to cup her hand over her pussy - I can’t help myself. I wrap my fingers around my cock and squeeze.

She glances at me and drops her mouth open.

“I said no touching.” She scolds me.

“Why don’t you come over her and stop me?” I dare her.

She giggles, pulling her mouth to the side and scrunching her nose. “I’m not falling for that.” She sasses.

I stand up.

Zina’s eyes widen as she takes a step back. “I’m not done. Sit down.” She tries to sound authoritative, but I take another step towards her and she squeals in fright.

She turns to run and I’m on top of her before she can reach the bed.

Grabbing her, I sit on the edge of the bed and throw her over my knees. Holding her in place I slap her ass hard.

She cries out and tries to squirm free, but I’m holding her too tightly. I brush my hand over her ass, playing with the white lace, I dip my fingers between her legs to feel her pussy.

“Soaked.” I growl.

She wiggles again, moving against my fingers as she lays bent across my lap.

I pull my hand away and grab a handful of her hair, tugging her head up. My lips brush against her ear as I growl, “Did you really think I would let you tease me?”

She giggles in defiance. “You were just too weak to control yourself.” She says, boldly.

I sneer, hating the fact that she’s right. I can’t hold back when it comes to her.

My hand slices through the air and stings across her ass again. She gasps in shock, but she has very little time to process the pain before I lift her off my lap and throw her onto the bed, face down, ass up, legs spread.

“If you move, I will hurt you.” I warn her and she freezes obediently.

This time when I spank her I let my hand land right across her pussy.

She screams in delight, arching up towards me, her pussy swelling instantly. Rosy, red lips, throbbing with need.

I touch them, letting my fingers slip between them to play with her clit.

She moans and pushes into my hand. My cock is aching to slide over her wetness, and to push into her.

“Who do you belong to?” I ask, positioning myself behind her.

“You.” She whispers.

“I can’t hear you, Zina.” I warn her, brushing my cock between her pussy lips.

“I belong to you.” She says louder.

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