Julian's hands raised again, and with a wicked smile, he smacked her ass cheeks.
"Mmhh...yes..." Lisa moaned, her body jolting at the impact. The sting of his palms was painfully addictive, her walls tightening around him with each smack.
Julian brought his hands up to Lisa's chest, cupping her large breasts. His thumbs flicked over her hardened nipples before he slapped them.
Lisa's body jolted again with the impact, her back arching as she screamed into the pillow.
"Do you like it when I'm rough?" Julian teased in low whisper.
Lisa's moan was muffled by the pillow as she nodded desperately. Julian chuckled at her response.
Julian's thrusts grew more erratic, his own pleasure building to a peak as he felt Lisa's pussy contract around him. He knew she was close.
With a silent gesture, Julian beckoned Isabel closer. She stepped out of the shadows, her eyes never leaving her mother's face.
