At those words, Kaiser raised his right hand high. He brought it down forcefully on Irene’s left buttock. The sharp smack echoed throughout the room, clear and loud. Irene’s skin imdiately marked with an imprint, outlining the shape of his palm. Irene jolted violently, her entire body contracting suddenly.
The muscles in her thighs tightened, her toes curled. Her tongue instinctively stuck out of her parted mouth, hanging, as a surprised, hoarse moan escaped from deep in her throat.
"Ah... Ouch!"
Kaiser, without giving the pain ti to spread, grabbed a thick handful of her hair, matted by the sweat running down her nape. He pulled firmly backward, forcing Irene to arch her back. Her spine curved.
Her body ford a pronounced curve, her chest thrust forward, her heavy breasts swaying freely, the hardened tips brushing the rumpled sheet. Her buttocks, already reddened, beca even more offered, higher.
He maintained the grip in her hair and resud pounding her vigorously. His powerful hips slapped against the flesh of her buttocks at a rapid and regular rhythm. Each thrust was deep, the hard and burning mber burying completely inside her, until their skins touched, before withdrawing almost entirely in a wet friction.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
The sound of flesh against flesh, accompanied by the more intimate noise of penetration, filled the room.
Irene moaned without restraint, her voice strangled, higher and more nasal due to the position and the pull on her hair.
"Haaann! Yes! There... there, exactly there!"
Her slender arms trembled violently beneath her, her elbows threatening to give way at any mont, barely able to support the weight of her torso that swayed with each push. The pain from the spanking mingled with the intense, deep, and burning pleasure of the penetration.
"Kaiser... it’s too... too good..."
Kaiser, breathing hoarsely, pulled a bit more on her hair, bringing her sweat-drenched face closer to his. He leaned in and captured her lips in a voracious kiss. Irene’s tongue, still hanging between her lips, showed no resistance.
She opened imdiately to him, responding avidly, seeking his tongue. Their tongues intertwined, wrapped around each other in a passionate kiss, while his hips continued to take her without slowing. The noise of their mouths joined the regular slaps of their sweaty bodies.
He abruptly released her hair, letting her head drop forward for a mont, before sliding his hand around her neck. His fingers closed on her throat, squeezing just enough to restrict her breath, to feel her frantic pulse beating against his palm. With the other hand, he inserted his finger into her open and panting mouth.
Irene instinctively sucked the finger, her lips closing around the second knuckle, her agile tongue swirling around it, while muffled moans ca from her throat. "Mmph... Hmmmph... Kai... Mmmph..."
Irene’s eyes, drowned in involuntary tears, stared into the void, pupils dilated. Strands of saliva ran from the corner of her lips, down her chin, and lost themselves in the sheet.
After several minutes of this intense rhythm, Kaiser passed his arms under Irene’s thighs. He lifted her completely off the bed. He held her in the air, back against his torso, legs folded in a shell position. Her pale thighs, marked with the light trace of his fingers, were spread, her pink and swollen intimacy exposed and still impaled on his stiff mber. Irene panted, arms hanging, completely surrendered to his hold.
He walked like that to the large mirror in the room, facing the bed. Arriving in front of the glass, he spread her thighs even more with his forearms, fully exposing their union. Kaiser’s mber entered and exited her in the reflection, glistening with their abundant mixed moisture.
"Look at the slut you are," he said, lips near her ear, his voice low.
Irene raised her eyes to the mirror. Her face was flushed, her lips swollen. Pleasure had taken over everything else. She didn’t respond with words. Instead, she stuck her tongue out far, a strand of saliva connecting her lower lip, and made a sign with both hands using her index and middle fingers forming a V. Her eyes shone with intense desire.
Seeing that, Kaiser smiled with satisfaction, baring his teeth. He resud pounding her even harder, his hips rising and falling. Irene’s body bounced in his arms with each thrust, her breasts swaying freely, the hardened nipples tracing small arcs in the air. The wet and fleshy sounds were louder in this position, the mber burying deeply each ti.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
The rhythm was fast, regular. Irene’s face gradually contracted. Her eyebrows furrowed, her lips pursed around her hanging tongue. She moaned between clenched teeth, muffled sounds escaping her throat,
"Hnn... Hnn... Ah... Ah...", eyes fixed on the mirror, on the spectacle of their coupling. Pleasure rose in her like an irresistible wave, knotting her belly.
"You... you see that?" she gasped suddenly, voice broken. "You see... how... obscene I am?"
Kaiser groaned, an animal sound. "I know, you’re the slut you think you are."
Suddenly, her body stiffened completely. Her back arched, her toes curled. Her internal walls contracted violently around him, in waves of spasms. She ca first, then a hoarse and high-pitched cry tore the air, coming from deep in her throat.
"Aaaah! Kaiser!"
An abundant and warm jet gushed from her, splashing the bottom of the mirror in front of them with a light splash. Her love juice, transparent and stringy, ran in thick strands, drowning the surface of the glass and trickling to the floor with a light drip... drip... drip.... Her legs trembled violently in Kaiser’s arms, her entire body shaken by repeated spasms, her fingers now gripping his forearm.
"Haa... haa... too... too much...", she gasped, head thrown back against his shoulder, exposing the long line of her neck. Her eyes were half-closed, gaze lost. Tears of pleasure, clear and warm, ran down her flushed cheeks, tracing shiny trails.
Kaiser continued a few deep and slow movents during her orgasm, prolonging the waves of pleasure that made her shudder with each new penetration. He felt her internal muscles pressing him, massaging him.
"That’s it," he murmured, sweat beading on his forehead. "Let it all go."
Irene panted loudly, unable to articulate anything but hoarse sounds. "Ghhh... Ah... Ah..."
He held her in the air a mont longer, savoring the view in the mirror: his still hard mber buried in her, pulsing slightly. The reflection was obscene, covered in their fluids.
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