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It was too much and not enough at the same time. Mindy grabbed Tricia’s shoulders though she wasn’t sure if she wanted to hold on or push her off.
“You’ve seriously never played with this pretty little pussy?” Tricia asked.
Mindy’s head rolled back and forth in denial, but she was definitely wondering why she hadn’t done so. The sensation was amazing.
Tricia blew against the little bud before she spoke again. “I believe I will rescind my early insistence that you never touch your pussy. I will definitely want to watch you play with yourself sometimes. Never without permission though, Baby girl. You must ask Mommy if you want to touch yourself and do so while I watch.”
All the blood ran from Mindy’s face at the suggestion. There was no way she could ever touch herself while Tricia watched.
Then again, she suspected itwouldhappen. Probably sooner than later.
Before she’d wrapped her head around the idea, Tricia lowered her face again and sucked Mindy’s sensitive skin, sending Mindy to the edge of sanity in seconds. And then Tricia thrust her tongue into Mindy’s channel just like she’d said she would.
Mindy shot off so fast she didn’t even see it coming. One second, she was enjoying the stretch, the next second, she was screaming out her release, her nails digging into Tricia’s shoulders.
She never had a chance to recover either because she was still pulsing when Tricia slid a finger into Mindy’s warm channel.
“Jesus, Baby girl. I’ve never felt a tighter cunt. You are so precious. So fucking perfect. I’m the luckiest woman alive.”
Mindy couldn’t focus. She was trembling and holding on for dear life as Tricia eased that finger in and out, flipping it over several times. When she dragged it over a shockingly sensitive spot inside Mindy’s channel, Mindy arched her hips off the bed.
“There we go, Baby girl. That’s it. That’s your G-spot. Let it feel good.”
Feel good? It felt so good Mindy never wanted to leave this bed again in her life.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” Tricia murmured. “I’ll never get enough of you in a million years.”
Mindy whimpered as Tricia continued to stretch her. When she added a second finger, there was a moment of discomfort that evaporated almost as fast, leaving behind even more pressure and delicious sensations. “Please…” Mindy begged.
“That’s my good girl. Let it feel good. Don’t fight it. Come on my fingers, Baby girl.”
The second Tricia pressed her thumb against Mindy’s clit, Mindy tipped over the edge of sanity again, this second orgasm consuming her, sucking her under water so she couldn’t breathe.
She didn’t breathe either. It wasn’t possible. She couldn’t. She didn’t know how. She simply enjoyed every moment as waves of her release made her body hum and quiver until she was nothing but a pool of liquid.
Tricia didn’t ease out of her until Mindy blew out a breath and became boneless. She couldn’t move a single muscle as Tricia climbed up her body and kissed her sweetly. “I couldn’t resist fucking your tight cunt after you came on my mouth, but I haven’t forgotten your punishment.”
For a moment, Mindy had no idea what Tricia was talking about, and she didn’t try to figure it out as Tricia slid off her body and left her in the middle of the bed.
Her absence was short though. Moments later, she was back, straddling Mindy, holding something Mindy couldn’t identify in her hand. It reminded her of a wand at first, like something the good witch would carry. It was even pink. But then Mindy noticed the end wasn’t a star or anything sparkly. It was a flat leather flap about an inch across and slightly longer.
Mindy flinched.
“This is called a crop,” Tricia informed her. She set it on Mindy’s chest before she reached for Mindy’s hands and tucked them under her knees, palms up.
“Mommy…” Mindy trembled, nervous about the unknown as Tricia restrained her.
“Naughty Little girls who play with their titties without permission get their tight little buds swatted.”
Mindy whimpered. Her body was still humming from the two orgasms. Her breasts felt heavy.
Tricia looked like a goddess hovering above her. Her own breasts were high and full. Mindy wanted to touch them, suckle them. The urge was strong. But Tricia was holding that crop, tapping it on her palm now.
Mindy let out a squeak when Tricia dragged the leather tip over her nipple. The small bud was hard as a rock.
“Stay still, Baby girl. If you squirm and I miss, I’ll add more to your punishment.”
The suspense was the worst part. Mindy couldn’t stay still. It was an impossible task. Her breasts felt tingly.
