Tell her to do that again . . . harder
From Create Your Own Story
"Mmmm," you reply, liking the feel of her hand on your bare ass. "I'm not quite certain I got that second part. Can you do that to me again . . . only harder?"
The brunette smiles at you.
"Certainly," she replies. "But I'll need you to move over to the table for better light!"
Taking the hint, you move to the table, and facing it place your hands down on the hard wooden surface. The brunette comes up behind you and presses her crotch against your leg. You feel something hard and not female at all dangling just beneath her skirt. You have an idea what it might be, but you're not sure. This time, the brunette leans over your, reaching down in front to unbutton your denim skirt and let it fall to your ankles. She then slides her hands up over your breasts, down your back and to your waist, where she hooks them in your boyshort panties. With a quick tug, they also join your skirt.
"Step out," she says, and her voice has taken on the air of command.
You do as you're told, lifting one wedge-sandaled foot up and out and then the other. Your ass and pussy are now completely exposed.
"Now," the brunette says, and slaps your ass a little harder than before. "Let's make certain we get this right."
She raises her hand and delivers a powerful, stinging slap to your right ass cheek. Then she does the same for your left. You grunt and moan at the feel of her hand slapping against your skin, and the sudden raw pain left behind on your ass. It feels almost as if her hand is there, clutching at each of your cheeks.
"Do you understand now?" she asks.
"No," you reply.
"Bend forward," she orders, and you do as you're told, pressing your breasts and face against the unforgiving wood of the tabletop.
You look behind you just in time to see the brunette bring her hand down full force against your ass. She delivers three more successive slaps against your now tender bottom, and each time you cry out in pleasure and pain. You also feel your pussy growing wetter and wetter with each moment you spend bent over this table.
"Fuck me," you mumble in appreciation for what this girl is giving you.
"If you insist," she replies, somewhat to your confusion.
You watch in fascination as she pulls her plaid skirt down and steps out of it, revealing an impressive strap on dildo swinging hard and long above her carefully sculpted pubes and pouty pussy lips. You had thought that's what those straps might be attached to. You moan in anticipation, and your pussy clenches with desire.
Do you:
| Welcome to the University | |||
| Health | 100 | Equipment:
Nothing | |
| Gender | Female | ||
| Height | 5’ 8” | ||
| Weight | 121 lbs | ||
