She was perched on the edge, slender parted a little. “The brush this time Mia.”
In answer Mia nodded, and settled against Liana’s thigh once more, flexing to present her bottom. Liana paused then, fingers still caressing Mia’s breast. The desk, dresser and cupboards were of dark mahogany, carved with ornate decorations, brass fittings polished to a brilliant sheen. Isn’t it funny how fast it has come on?” In truth, for Mia, it had not been fast, she had known she loved Liana for more than a year, though only now was it more than a distant, wild, infatuation. She lifted herself as they pushed, shaking now as she felt the orgasm building. Mia shuddered as she caught her breath, already anticipating the next blows, eager for them, reveling in the burn. Her heart fluttered a little at the memory of that evening. “I love you.” She said. “Let’s finish the song.” whispered Mia, voice choked by a little sob. More slaps followed, a steady count of ten blistering blows, bringing yelps of pleasure with their painful
