I carried her—still half-impaled, legs wrapped around my waist—into the living room. Dropped her over the arm of the couch so her ass was up, tits pressed into the cushions. I spanked her once, hard, the crack ringing out. Then again. And again. Her skin burned, glowed hot. She pushed back for more.

“Look at yourself,” I ordered, turning her so she faced the big mirror across the room. She saw us—her face flushed, mascara starting to run again, tits spilling out of her top, ass red and marked. Me behind her, shirt hanging open, cock thick and shining with her wetness.

I thrust back in, slow this time, letting...