“Fuucck,” she moans. “I’m going to come again.”
“Good.” I slap her clit and then lick it, and she comes apart, crying out my name.
Palming my dick, and a few strokes later, I’m coming like a teenager all over my hand.
“Did you like that?”
“Can we do it again?” she purrs.
“We will, sweetheart,” I promise her. “Many times.”
“Can I touch you next time?”
“Be my guest.” I clean up at the sink and zip my pants back up as she straightens herself out.
“So, that was a spanking?” She shifts her gaze to me with a sexy expression, eyebrow raised.
“Yes, Snow.”
“I’m going to spank London.” She grins, and I roar with laughter.