Slowly, I began to move, pulling back almost to the tip before sliding deep inside her again. The friction was incredible, every stroke accompanied by the wet, rhythmic sound of our skin connecting. As the tightness began to give way to wet friction, I raised one hand and delivered a firm, stinging smack across her left ass cheek.
The sharp crack echoed in the room, leaving a bright red handprint on her skin. Minne let out a lewd, trembling cry, her hips automatically jerking backward into my next thrust.
"Does that feel good, you little pervert?" I whispered, my voice thick with lust as I picked up the pace. I leaned forward, my chest pressing against her bare back as my hands moved up to knead her breasts from underneath, pulling her back against me with every heavy slam. "Look at how easily you take my cock. You were made for this."
"Yes, Master… ah! It feels… amazing… fuck me harder!" she cried out, completely discarding her usual shyness as the pleasure took over.
