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Click hereHeather found herself flat on her back with me now taking my turn in charge. I drove down forcefully, feeling her press urgently up to meet me, and then I started to really ravish her.
Heathers legs rose and wrapped around me while her hands were clawing at my shoulders. (I'd have to put some antiseptic cream on later.) She clung to me, her hips working overtime as she worked urgently to meet my demands, gasping for air as she laboured. That was only fair. I was gasping for breath as well as I ran the three minute mile with her as my partner.
After the hand massage I'd received during the spanking, I was surprised I was able to hang on long enough to let Heather climax, and I'll swear it was a close run thing. We came almost at the same time, with Heather convulsing around me, shrieking. (At times, it's useful to have decent sound-proofing in your house. This was one of those times.)
Lying there afterwards, I managed to get enough breath to say, "Apology accepted."
The rotten woman turned to me and said, "No worries. Do you want me to send over Susan and Monie so they can apologise as well?"
What a wonderful world your men live in....always finding themselves in such perfect positions to catch female wrongdoers, punish them and then ravishing them to resounding climaxes and, seemingly, desires to get seconds or thirds, or to share their friends' bottoms and horniness!! Mmmmmmmm!!