Chapter 632 632-Small Punishment(3)

Chapter 632 632-Small Punishment(3)

The room was filled with the symphony of Trisa's moans, my fingers continued their dance on her pinkened ass, her arousal heightened by the dual sensations of pain and pleasure.

"Let's make it interesting, Trisa," I whispered, my voice dripping with desire. "Six more, and if you can resist the temptation to cum, I'll release you from your punishment."

The challenge hung in the air, a tantalizing proposition that Trisa, lost in the haze of pleasure, couldn't resist. As my hand came down in a steady rhythm, the room filled with the intoxicating scent of arousal. Her moans grew louder, the struggle evident in the way her body quivered.

Pakh!~

"One," I counted, my voice a sultry whisper that fueled her desires.

Her breath hitched, and her grip on the table tightened. The wetness between her legs betrayed the inner turmoil she was experiencing, the conflict between duty and her undeniable arousal.

Pakh!~ nove/lb/In

"Two," I teased, my fingers tracing the curve of her ass.

Her gasps filled the room, a symphony of submission and pleasure. The redness on her ass above her white panties was now more pronounced, a visual testament to the sensual punishment she was enduring.

Pakh!~

"Three," I murmured, my fingers trailing lower.

Her body trembled, the mixture of pain and pleasure pushing her to the edge. I could feel the delicious tension building, a crescendo of desire that threatened to consume her.

Pakh!~

"Four," I whispered, my lips grazing her earlobe.

The warmth of her skin under my touch fueled my own arousal, and I reveled in the power dynamic between us. Trisa's resistance was waning, the line between pleasure and surrender becoming increasingly blurred.

Pakh!~

"Five," I husked, my fingers now dancing on the edge of her panties.

Her moans were desperate now, a symphony of need that echoed through the room. The scent of her arousal filled my senses, intoxicating and irresistible.

Pakh!~

"Six," I declared, my hand coming down with a final, deliberate slap.

My name was like a prayer on her lips, and the sound of it made me shudder with pleasure. My fingers picked up the pace, delving deeper into her wetness, and I could feel her muscles begin to tighten.

"Cum for me, Trisa," I commanded my voice a low growl.

With a gasp, her body convulsed, and her inner walls clenched around my fingers. The sight of her surrender was a beautiful thing, and I watched with satisfaction as she gave in to her pleasure.

I held her in place as she rode the waves of her orgasm, my fingers still buried inside her. It was a moment of perfect vulnerability, and I savored every second of it. As she finally began to come down from her high, I could feel her body relax, and her breathing slowed.

I gently withdrew my fingers from her wetness, bringing them to my lips. I closed my eyes and breathed in the sweet aroma of her arousal before licking her wetness clean from my fingers.

"Mmm, such a good girl," I murmured, the taste of her lingering on my tongue. She looked up at me with a mix of adoration and uncertainty, her cheeks flushed with the afterglow of her orgasm. I couldn't resist stroking her hair, and the gesture of affection seemed to put her at ease. But her nightmare is only beginning.

"Got to make a change"

I spoke and soon, I was sitting at the edge of the chair, and my older Trisa was lying on her stomach across my lap, like a little girl fully blushing, the embarrassment of the position almost killing her.

In this new position, I was rubbing her pussy with my palms before spanking her plump ass.

"Please, stop, please." She protested, but since her arms were held down by me, the only way she could protest was by wiggling her ass. And that action only looked like she was begging me to spank her some more. I started to play with pussy lips with her dress over her body, moving my fingers at her crotch area. But I never inserted anything, I was just playing around the outskirts of her vagina. I could feel my hand getting wet, every time I get near her lower lips that is still sensitive from her two releases.

As I was edging her pussy, I didn't want to give her the satisfaction of inserting my finger just yet. Instead, I went towards her ass, and I fiddle around her asshole, before fingering her there instead. Curious, I tilted sidewards as I took a glance at her cunt. I saw her honey hole flooded with her viscous love juices, it was opening and closing as if it was breathing, begging.

"Um~no~~" she cried while panting

I decided to finally give her some satisfaction, as I finally inserted my fingers inside her pussy. Her back arched, as she raised her head for a moment with a satisfied face.

"Aaaah~"

As I started thrusting my fingers in and out of her, squelching noises could be heard every time my fingers went back in. With every thrust, her love juice would squelch out of her pussy.

'Damn, she really is flooded right now.'

The only resistance my fingers met was her own tightness, that was how slippery her insides were. Every time my fingers would come out, her walls tightened as if not wanting to let go and soon she cummed.

"Um~"

Trisa moaned, her eyes going above her head this time, while her tongue lashed out panting, the third orgasm being tweaked by me as she squirted on my lap, her body trembling in my lap as waves on waves of her love juice fell down.

'Now that's a good face'

I marked looking at the new degenerate older teacher.