“Two.” The third and fourth were just as fast and tears started to form in my eyes. However, my pussy loved the attention my ass was getting. It f...lt like a dam was building down there and every blow of the belt was making it burst. When he got to nine I couldn’t hold back anymore and I squirted all over the bed when my orgasm hit. The last lash just added more wood to the fire. “Roll over,” he said. I did and he saw how wet I was after the spanking. I also noticed he was now undressing. His. ” Buffalo was still counting strokes, but now he was going faster. I don't think he was aware of it, but my dirty talk was having its desired effect.“Hey, Buffalo, you're not fucking me hard enough. And if you want to, then you can pull out and fuck me up my asshole too. Of course, you'll have to stroke me slow in that hole because i've never had anal sex before. So, you might like my asshole even more.”“Erin, you can never use an anus to see God...16...17...18...” Buffalo was still counting. I just want to get the outline out there for the community to expand upon.)(Announcement: I can't believe that this story hit 300 likes! It seems insane to me that so many people have liked my admittedly bad writing. I truly appreciate evey like and from the bottom of my heart, thank you!)(Pictures from the cover and my profile pic are from https://www.patreon.com/TheofficialPIT. Subscribe to his Patreon for more great interracial art. Also kudos to my editor and co-writer TheSecretUnlikelyDuck. "I'm not. I'm Charles Masterson. He's Thomas Banks and she's BridgetTarn," Charles replied, stomping his foot."What a queer thought," Edytha replied."She's a strange maid," Thomas added with a grin."I'm not a maid. I'm the son of a..." Wench," Edytha interjected."I'm not a..." Man." Stop that," Charles demanded."You dare to speak to me like that, Bridget," Edytha barked while Thomasmoved close behind her."Do you want me to teach this ungrateful shrew her place," Thomasoffered.Charles's.