Baking Cookies

She leaned over the kitchen counter, intently looking at her phone. Rich came from behind her, wrapping one arm around her slender waist and gently slapping her taught ass, only the lace fabric of her pajama shorts separating their bare skin. Carmen closed her eyes as she enjoyed the love tap. She was petite; standing about five feet four inches with dark brown hair, a smile that could distract the most focused concentration, eyes so soft that they made anyone melt and her perky tits which Rich loved to play with. Tonight she had her hair in braided pig tails, a black tshirt, blue lace shorts, and thigh high knitted socks which stopped just below her lovely ass. He slapped her ass again before grabbing her by the hand and leading her to the large couch in the living room. “Bend over,” he said as he forced her to face towards the wall while pushing her onto the cushions. Carmen looked back as his hand again slapped rus escort her ass.   Smack! His hand hit her cheek harder and then again on the other side. He pulled down her blue pajama bottoms, leaving her bent over on the couch, her back arched wanting her ass to be punished some more. Rich could smell her arousal as her pussy throbbed and slowly became wetter with every spank.  Ding! The buzzer sounded from the oven, giving a cue to Rich to go check on the cookies cooking away. Carmen followed him to the kitchen and after the baking sheet was removed she wrapped her arms behind him and kissed him deeply, gently allowing her tongue to flirt with his before nibbling on his tongue. “Wait here,” he said before strolling to the front of the house to his back pack. As he returned he pulled her in closely, slapped her bum and kissed her again. “You know what to do with this,” yenimahalle escort Rich whispered between kisses as he handed her a small vibrator. Carmen immediately let out a soft moan as she kissed him with more passion and hunger. Her pussy was aching, her ass was slowly becoming red from the spanks and she wanted – no, needed – release soon. Rich directed Carmen to go back to the living room and sit on the couch. He wanted to see her pleasure herself and enjoy his gaze on her, so he sat on a different couch where he wouldn’t be tempted to jump right into the action. She sat back, brought her knees up and spread her legs. Although no lights were on in the living room, the light from the kitchen provided just enough illumination for him to see her beautifully pink pussy. Her lips were swollen and the occasional glimmer of her wetness was evident. Carmen stared at him as she began massaging her clit before bringing the toy into the melee. She sat there enjoying the warm sensations growing and spreading from her groin towards her stomach as she moaned. After some time, Rich came back to her, pulled her up by the hair at the back of her neck and again forced her to bend over. Grasping at her clit with the toy she continued to moan softly until she noticed Rich standing behind her, silent and intent, as he pulled the leather belt from his jeans. He wrapped the buckle around his fist and made a loop with the remaining leather. He grazed her bare skin lightly with the two inch strap before giving a soft spank. She moaned. Carmen responded with enthusiasm, lowering her head on her arm which was resting on the upper portion of the couch as the belting grew stronger and the noise of the sharp impact resonated through the room. “Fuck me! Fuck me!” she pleaded as he continued to lash her. He ignored her and instead passed his belt around her neck, holding both ends in his fist as he resumed spanking her with his bare hand. Carmen enjoyed being choked, and the belt was definitely something different, exhilarating, and arousing.