By A.J. Molloy, out April 2:
Oh, his hand on my bare ass. I want it forever. I don’t care if men are watching. I want them to watch. The pain is so sweet, so delicate, so erotically naughty and delightfully embarrassing. How can you feel all these things at once? Now I can sense his hand delicately fluttering on my clitoris—then spanking me again—then trembling and soft on my clit—then spank, and spank, and once again spank.
That one was the hardest. I bite my lips. But it doesn’t work. I am gasping.
Yes yes YES.
SPANK ME.
