Keep spanking her

Meghan's back arches as you land another slap on her ass, simultaneously thrusting your fingers deep into her drenched cunt.

"Please stop sir, please, I'll be good, please sir," she begs, her breath now coming in gasps. Her hips rock, pushing herself back against your impaling hand. You rub your thumb over he engorged clit, making her groan deeply and writhe more energeticaly. You play with the taut little nubbin of flesh, enjoying the sounds of her **** lust.

"I'm begging you, Sir, begging you! You mustn't, Oh God you mustn't!" she moans, then squeals as you spank her again. You keep your hand busy, probing and rubbing her. She's wriggling, raising her ass to press against you, opening her thighs to give you better access. Her words say one thing and her body another. You think about fucking her, but decide that what you are doing is better punishment. You slap your hand across her ass again, releasing another squeal.

"Please stop, sir, it hurts so much, Please!" she begs.

"Is that why your cunt is drenched, Meghan? Because it hurts or because it's making you horny?" you slap her again and she screams, arching her neck and staring back at you with wide, frightened eyes. You hold her gaze and thrust your fingers deep into her, feeling her cunt walls contract in welcome. She bites her lip as you rub her clit, her eyes half closed in mingled pleasure and pain.

"Oh God, somebody help me! Oh what are you doing to me, oh God I can't stop you, Oh Please, Oh Please let me go, Please, Please," she moans, grinding back against your hand. It's obvious that she's close to coming.