He slaps my ass so hard the crack bounces off the walls.

“Count,” he demands.

“One,” I gasp.

Another. Harder.

“Two, fuck”

By five my skin is on fire and I’m dripping down my thighs again.

He lines up and slams back in without warning.

The angle is brutal, deeper than before, his hips slapping my sore ass with every thrust.

“This what you wanted?” he grunts, pounding mercilessly. “A filthy little MILF hole for me to ruin while your friends drink margaritas downstairs?”

“Yes,” I sob, pushing back. “Ruin me, Caleb, please”

He reaches around, pinches my clit hard, rolls it between rough fingers.

“Come on my cock again,...