This time, a lot harder- as if punishing her for not being voluptuous enough.
A short sharp involuntary cry came tearing through Monica's already parched throat. Paul swallowed. He gripped her left butt cheek, sliding his fingers through her butt crack till the tip of his fingers grazed her pussy.
With bright red palm marks screaming against her milky white skin, Paul squeezed enegetically- completely enveloping her tushy cheek in the span of his wide palm.
"I told you you were going to meet little Paulie didn't you?" he chuckled; "Well, say hello. . ."
Instantly, Monica felt the tip of his bulging penis graze her small vuvlva. Sweat dripped down from from the creases of her forehead as she felt him play with her labia.
"My bad, I guess should've given you a heads up- " he apologized sarcastically; "–little Paulie isnn't so little. . ."
