Killian
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"That's good to know but you're still getting punished." He smacked my ass. "I want you to count and if you mess up I'm gonna start over." I didn't respond. "Adira, you're already getting 20 hits. Do you really wanna make that 40 by ignoring me?" He asked. "No." I replied nonchalantly. "Count" He went down on my ass once more. "1" I counted tears building up in my eyes.
19 hits later.
My ass was red for sure and my pussy was dripping wet down my thigh. He rubbed my ass and pulled my panties down. "Look at how wet you are bambina. You're a little pain slut aren't you." He hummed.
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