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           I’mangledacrosshislapagainsothatmytorsorestsonthebedbesidehim.Thistimehedoesn’tthrowhislegoverminebutsmoothesmyhairoutofmyfaceandtucksitbehindmyear.Oncehe’sdone,heclaspsmyhairatthenapetoholdmeinplace.Hetugsgentlyandmyheadshiftsback.

           “IwanttoseeyourfacewhileIspankyou,Anastasia,”hemurmurs,allthewhilesoftlyrubbingmybackside.

           Hishandmovesdownbetweenthecheeksofmybehind,andhepushesagainstmysex,andthefullfeelingis…Imoan.Oh,thesensationisexquisite.

           “Thisisforpleasure,Anastasia,mineandyours,”hewhispers.

           Heliftshishandandbringsitdowninaresoundingslapagainstthejunctionofmythighs,mybehind,andmysex.Theballsareforcedforwardinsideme,andI’mlostinaquagmireofsensation.Thestingingacrossmybehind,thefullnessoftheballsinsideme,andthefactthathe’sholdingmedown.Iscrewmyfaceupasmyfacultiesattempttoabsorballtheseforeignfeelings.Inotesomewhereinmybrainthathe’snotsmackedmeashardaslasttime.Hecaressesmybacksideagain,trailinghispalmacrossmyskinandovermyunderwear.

           Why’shenotremovedmypanties?Thenhispalmdisappears,andhebringsitdownagain.Igroanasthesensationspreads.Hestartsapattern:lefttorightandthendown.Thedownonesarethebest.Everythingmovingforward,insideme…andinbetweeneachsmackhecaressesme,kneadsme—soIammassagedinsideandout.It’ssuchastimulating,eroticfeeling,andforsomereason,becausethisisonmyterms,Idon’tmindthepain.