I tried to restrain asian tits herself as much as asian tits possible so it didn seem as bad, but the knowledge that you would spank me for doing this asian tits was pushing me further.
The thought of having to drape myself humiliatingly over your thighs and present my bottom for smacking, the thought of how asian tits I would look to you, how my sex would unfurl, the feel of your hand caressing and then smacking my buttocks over and over was so arousing.
I looked at myself as I knelt open, my cunt open, hot, reddened, my breasts asian tits covered in a deep sexual blush.
I imagined asian tits you watching me.
I knew you liked watching me, watching my shame, watching my arousal, watching my submission.
I was being so naughty.
I could almost feel your smacks.
I knew of the ball of heat that they would create in me, how I would know my submission.
How youd build my knowledge of what I was.
Oh God, my thoughts worked asian tits me up so much.
I knew that I made you hard.
I wanted you to be excited by me.
I wanted to please you.
I slid my hands over my mound again, teasing myself by not touching directly, watching.
I reached down and flicked at my swollen lips with my fingers, smelling the wet musky scent of my need.
I began to realise I was moaning softly and rocking on my heels.
I asian tits wanted to touch my clit and asian tits bring myself off but I continued to tease myself as the pleasure heightened.
I found my clit, swollen and hard, and groaned.
I began to speak aloud, begging you to let me come, knowing you wouldn .
