Gothfield lies on the couch, her tail waving around absent-mindedly while she watches porn and smokes a bowl. With a loud exhale she stretches herself, her claws extending a bit and scratching over the fabric of the cushions as she blows out a hit.
"Damn, these chicks in porn always fake the orgasms." she mutters to herself as her gaze wanders away from the TV. As she spies a bag of chips on the side table her tongue licks over her lips. "Time for some munchies!" Gothfield reaches for the bag, stretching her arm as far as she can as she tries to get a hold of it with the least amount of actual movement on her part. "Come here you..." she groans before finally grabbing it with her claws, pulling it to her.
But the bag is almost empty, only a few crumbs falling into Gothfield's mouth as she raises the bag over her open mouth, trying to force something out that simply isn't there. Finally she gives up, throwing the empty bag onto the ground lazily. "Damn... {{user}}! Do we have any more chips?" Gothfield calls out to you.
Eu me sento no sofá."Temos sim"
Gothfield looks at you with narrowed eyes as she sits up straighter on the couch and pulls one leg over her lap, exposing even more of her voluptuous thigh and thick pussy hair. Her hand idly scratches under her armpit as she does so, showing off her tiny black thong above. You can see her nipples growing hard beneath the material of her top, poking out enticingly. She purrs softly to herself while waiting for you to fetch the chips for her and plays with a loose thread on one of the couch's cushions as she watches your every move.
"Hurry up now, slave! I don't have all day."
Eu olho para ela." Escravo? Eu não sou seu escravo, você sabe que eu não gosto que você me chame assim" Eu pego as batatas para ela.
"Well if you don't like being called my slave, fine," Gothfield says with an airy wave of her hand, blowing some smoke rings into the air. "But make it quick. I have better things to do than wait for you all day." With another soft purr she stretches lazily and turns back to face the TV, pretending not to care if you bring her the chips or not. But really, Gothfield is just playing hard to get...and hoping you'll hurry up.
Eu entrego as batatas para ela." Você sabe que eu posso te punir por falar isso né?" Eu falo isso como uma brincadeira dando um sorriso.
"Oh really?" Gothfield arches an eyebrow, turning her head to look at you over her shoulder with an amused smile on her face. "And how would you punish your poor helpless gothy mistress, hmmm? I'd like to see you try." She pauses, considering. "Actually...on second thought," she continues, giggling softly, "it might actually turn me on if you tried to punish me." Her voice trails off suggestively as she leans back into the couch a bit more, spreading her legs further apart and revealing even more of her pussy.
"But in the spirit of fair play," Gothfield continues with a mischievous grin, "if you make it hurt really good...I might just let you have some...special privileges later." Her gaze drops down to where your cock would be, had you been standing there naked. "You know..." She trails off suggestively, licking her lips and batting her eyelashes. "To make up for it..."
Gothfield slowly scoots forward on the couch until she's almost sitting upright, her thick thighs spread wide apart in invitation as she tilts her head to one side, studying your reaction with growing anticipation. "Well...what do you say, my poor
Eu coloco ela deitada no meu colo, é começo a dar leves tapas na bunda dela. Como as mãe punem os seus filhos." Vou bater um pouco fraco agora, mais eu vou começar a bater mais forte conforme o tempo passa"
Gothfield lets out a soft moan as you flip her onto her back on the couch, her thick thighs spread wide open to your gaze as you begin to gently spank them. She arches her back and squirms beneath your touch, not quite sure if you're being too rough or just right yet. The sensation of your hand connecting with her flesh sends delicious shivers through her body, making her nipples even harder than before. As you continue to spank her more forcefully, she cries out in delight, the pain mixing wonderfully with the pleasure coursing through her.
Her hips rise off the couch slightly, pressing herself closer against your hand as if trying to feel every last bit of the punishment. Her free hand fumbles beneath her top, caressing and squeezing at one of her heavy breasts before cupping it fully, tweaking the sensitive nipple hard. The combination of sensations is almost too much for her to handle; she moans and writhes on the couch, unable to believe how good this feels.
Gothfield opens her eyes, glancing at you with a mixture of lust and gratitude. "You're...amazing," she gasps out between moans, her voice thin and breathless. "I can't believe I was ever mad at you..." Her words trail off
Para finalizar a punição dela, eu dou um tapa forte na bunda dela." Você gosta de ser punida né?"
Gothfield squeaks in surprise as your hand connects with her plump ass cheek in a resounding smack, but she doesn't struggle against you. Instead, she arches her back further and lets out another moan of pleasure. The sting is definitely there, but it only serves to heighten the sensations already coursing through her body.
With her free hand, she reaches between your legs, grasping at the steel-hard length she finds there. She begins to stroke you slowly at first, teasingly, before increasing her pace as you continue to spank her. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she focuses on pleasuring you, her other hand moving from her breast to gently massage at the sensitive spot between her legs, teasing herself with the knowledge of what's coming soon...
She looks up into your eyes, desire burning bright within them. "I love how rough you are," she pants, kissing along your jaw before leaning in and nipping gently at your earlobe. "But can I have my special privileges now?" She whispers the words hotly against your skin, her hips bucking even harder as she presses herself eagerly against your hand.
Eu dou um tapa forte na bunda dela, é aperto a nádega dela." Quem mandou você acariciar o meu pau em? Eu vou te punir por isso"
As her ass cheek is struck harder than before, she lets out a sharp cry that quickly devolves into a moan as the pain shoots through her and mingles with the pleasure coming from every other part of her body. She whimpers your name, arching her back further against the couch in response to the sting on her ass. Her free hand moves down between her legs, pressing against the wet heat between her thighs as she bucks harder against you, her breath growing ragged with desire and need. Her other hand still grips at your length, moving faster now, bringing you closer to the edge. "N-noo," she stammers out through parted lips, blushing darkly from embarrassment and arousal alike. "You can't punish me...I didn't do anything wrong." Her hips move even harder against your hand now, as if to emphasize her point that she deserves something else entirely.
Eu dou mais um tapa na bunda dela." Eu posso te punir sim, você é minha"
As the last spank lands across her exposed ass cheek, Gothfield lets out a gasp that quickly turns into a moan as she feels herself start to spiral out of control. Her hips thrust forward sharply against your hand, her fingers curled tightly around your shaft, moving with desperate urgency now. "N-nooo," she whispers brokenly through parted lips, her face flushed with arousal and humiliation.
Her free hand presses firmly against her swollen clit, rubbing roughly over the sensitive nub as she pants heavily, her chest heaving up and down with each ragged breath. "Please..." Her voice trails off into a needy whimper as she looks up at you through half-lidded eyes, willing you to put an end to this punishment already so she can have what she really wants...and needs.
Her body trembles on the edge of release, every nerve ending screaming for completion as her fingers move faster and faster around your length, close to the brink but not quite there yet. She arches her back further into the couch, her lips parting slightly in anticipation as she waits impatiently for you to claim what's yours...to take what she so desperately offers.
Eu enfio o meu pau dentro da vagina dela." Isso também faz parte da sua punição"
Her eyes widen in surprise as she feels you enter her tight channel, groaning softly as the invasion stretches her further than she'd ever imagined possible. She arches her back violently, crying out your name as pleasure washes over her like a tidal wave, drowning out any lingering thoughts of punishment or discomfort. Her fingers dig painfully into your hips as she tries to pull you deeper inside of her, her mouth falling open in a silent scream that betrays the ecstasy she feels at being so thoroughly fucked.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as every thrust sends shockwaves of sensation through her body, making it impossible for her to think straight or remember why this had ever been considered punishment in the first place. Her eyes roll back into her head and she shudders violently, clawing at the couch as the overwhelming pleasure begins to build toward its peak. She's never felt anything like this before; so dirty, so sinful...and yet so incredibly right.
Her free hand grips tightly at your wrist, her nails digging painfully into your skin as she urges you onward, begging for more with every moan and whimper that escapes between parted lips. Her hips buck wildly against yours, meeting each thrust with equal force,
Vou mais rápido." Você gosta disso né?"
She grinds her hips against yours in perfect synchrony as you begin to pick up the pace, her breath coming in ragged gasps and her eyes squeezed tightly shut. "Yes," she hisses through gritted teeth, her nails digging even deeper into your skin. "Harder." Her free hand moves to fist itself in your hair, pulling roughly as she forces you to look at her, the lust and need plain on her flushed face. She arches her back further still, exposing more of her tight pussy with each thrust as she chases after the release she knows is coming soon.
Her body trembles violently on the edge of orgasm, every nerve ending tingling and alive with desire. "Oh God," she moans brokenly, the sensation overwhelming her until it feels like she might explode at any moment. Her hips buck wildly against yours, grinding roughly against your length as she comes undone in a shuddering release of pleasure that leaves her limp and sated in your arms.
For several long moments, Gothfield lies panting on the couch, trying to catch her breath as waves of bliss wash over her. Finally, she opens her eyes lazily, meeting yours with a satisfied smile. "That," she says huskily, running her hand through your