This time I turned to her perky, well-proportioned breasts. One nipple was pierced with a small bar. She warned me that they were sensitive. “What d... I care?” I started to slap her breasts back and forth. Jasmin leaned away, trying to protect herself. “Don’t back away when I’m hitting you, bitch!” She said, “I’m sorry, sir” and repositioned herself for more punishment.I went back at it, taking healthy swings. Her B-cups were firm and didn’t jiggle that much with each slap. Ah, the joys of. At the same time, the other calloused hand reached roughly into her panties, rubbing her clit as if rubbing off a scratcher ticket.A thousand thoughts ran through her mind. Was she being assaulted? She still had the knife in her hand! No, she knew those calloused hands and that musky, sandalwood cologne; she gave that to him every year for his birthday. She knew it was her husband. And she knew that this was one of his fantasies, to take her in the kitchen. But he never said he dreamed it would. More

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