The room was filled with the symphony of Trisa's moans, my fingers continued their dance on her pinkened ass, her arousal heightened by the dual sensations of pain and pleasure.
"Let's make it interesting, Trisa," I whispered, my voice dripping with desire. "Six more, and if you can resist the temptation to cum, I'll release you from your punishment."
The challenge hung in the air, a tantalizing proposition that Trisa, lost in the haze of pleasure, couldn't resist. As my hand came down in a steady rhythm, the room filled with the intoxicating scent of arousal. Her moans grew louder, the struggle evident in the way her body quivered.
Pakh!~
"One," I counted, my voice a sultry whisper that fueled her desires.
Her breath hitched, and her grip on the table tightened. The wetness between her legs betrayed the inner turmoil she was experiencing, the conflict between duty and her undeniable arousal.
Pakh!~
