Who do you belong to? – r18

Who do you belong to? – r18

Julian felt a surge of power, his cock swelling even more as she admitted her pleasure. He knew he had her, that she was his for the taking.

With a triumphant smirk, he thrust into her with a ferocity that had her nails digging into his back, leaving trails of red in her wake. Julian didn't care about the pain; all he knew was the intense pleasure that surged through him with each stroke.

"You're so tight," he groaned, his hips moving like a piston as he claimed her over and over again. "So wet, so perfect."

Emma's eyes rolled back in her head as she moaned, "Fuck me harder," the words spilling from her lips like a desperate mantra.

Julian's strokes grew more erratic, his passion unbridled as he lost himself in the feel of her around him. Her pussy clamped down, her muscles spasming as she approached another climax.

Julian felt the power of the MILF SYSTEM surging through him, urging him to go further, to push her to her limits.

He leaned down, his breath hot against her ear, and whispered, "Are you about to cum for me, Emma?"

The question was a challenge, a declaration of his dominance and a promise of the pleasure to come. She could feel the tension in his body, the coil of power that was about to be unleashed.

Her breath hitched in her throat, and she nodded, unable to form coherent words. Julian's smirk grew wider, and he pulled back slightly, slapping her cheek gently.

The sting was unexpected, a sharp contrast to the pleasure that had been building between them.

"What did I tell you?" he chided, his voice low and rough. "You don't cum without my permission."

Emma's eyes snapped to his, a mix of surprise and excitement flickering within their depths.

He positioned himself at her entrance once more, his cock slick with her juices, he spanked her and asked "Who do you belong to, Emma?" he asked, his voice a dark growl.

Emma's body trembled, the sting from his spank still lingering on her skin. She knew what he wanted, the words that would solidify his dominance over her.

Yet, she hesitated, the weight of their taboo actions pressing down on her. Julian slapped her ass, the sound cracking through the air like a whip.

"Answer me," he demanded, his hand coming down again, harder this time.

"I belong to you, my lord," she finally managed to say, her voice strained with a mix of pain and pleasure.

Julian's grip on her hips tightened, his cock nudging against her entrance as he positioned himself.

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. Then, with one swift thrust, he claimed her again, filling her completely.

Her ass swayed with each of his strokes, the motion a silent testament to the power he held over her. The sensation of his thickness stretching her was almost unbearable.

Julian watched her, his eyes hooded with desire, as her body moved in time with his thrusts. Each slap of his hips against her ass echoed through the room.

Julian spanked her again, the sound of skin on skin resounding through the air.

"Ahh," Emma moaned, her body arching in response.

The sting was a sweet agony, a reminder of the power exchange that was unfolding before them. Julian leaned down, his hand resting on the small of her back as he whispered in her ear,