My hips snapped forward—harder, faster—skin slapping skin loud enough to echo off the walls. Her pussy clenched around me in frantic little pulses, walls fluttering like they were trying to pull me deeper. I reached down with one hand, grabbed a handful of her ass cheek, and squeezed—hard—then brought my palm down in a sharp, stinging crack.
The flesh jiggled; a bright pink handprint bloomed instantly across her pale skin.
"You're gonna wear that long dress tonight," I said, voice low and mean. "Or I'll fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk tomorrow. I'll keep you edged all night—bring you right to the edge over and over—until you're crying and begging to behave."
Kayla whimpered—high, broken—hips jerking back onto my cock. "Evan… please… I—I'll wear it… I swear…"
I slapped her ass again—harder this time—the sound ringing out like a whipcrack. Her cheek flushed deeper red; she cried out, body shuddering.
