She Wants Varga to be Rough With her

“Slap me,” Samia said as she continued to bounce up and down on Varga’s cock.

“Huh?”

“Slap me!” She grabbed his hand by the wrist, pulling it up. “Slap my face, slap my tits. Treat me like a whore.”

“But, why?”

“You’ll know why later, just do it.”

She continued to ride him; her knees spread wide either side of him.

He hesitated for a while, looking deep into her eyes as his hard cock remained deep inside her wet pussy.

“Slap me, please, I need it. I want it rough, Captain.”

He sighed, then gave her a tap on the cheek.

“Mmmm. Harder!”

He did it a little harder, something that was starting to resemble a slap.

“Harder I said! Please, slap me around, treat me like the village slut. **** me.”

“What is this, Samia? I don’t want to hurt you.” He gripped her hips, still inside her, but preventing her from riding.

“I just need it right now, alright.” She looked into his eyes from her position above him. “Please don’t me explain, it’ll ruin the moment. Just be rough with me, okay, slap me around. Hard enough to leave a mark.”

His grip loosened, and she rode him some more, feeling the head of his cock deep inside her.

He finally complied, grabbing her hair and slapping her cheek, much harder.

“Again!” Samia cried between moans.

He slapped the side of her breasts, slapping her over and over again. Dark purple bruises appeared on them. Even though the slapping hurt, it was perfect.

He continued to slap her around as she rode him, and Samia couldn’t help but cry out in pleasure after each one. Receiving rough treatment like this by someone she loved seemed to be enjoyable. She wouldn’t have liked it if Frost slapped her around like this.

She slid him out, turning and getting on all fours.

“Fuck me from behind now, and slap my ass. I want it hard, hard enough to make me cry.”

“If that’s what you want.” Varga didn’t sound particularly enthusiastic.

He came up behind her, slapping her ass cheeks really hard, enough to make her flinch. Then he fucked her from behind, grabbing her hips and ploughing deep inside her.

“Keep spanking me,” Samia said. “I’ve been a bad girl. I deserve it.”

Samia's eyes rolled back, her body trembling with the intensity of the pleasure. She let out a moan that seemed to go on forever, her pleasure building to a crescendo.

"Give it to me, Varga," she begged, her voice breathy and needy. "I need you to fuck me harder!"

Varga complied, driving into her with brutal ****.

Varga pulled her hips tighter against him, his fingers digging into her flesh, as he rammed into her, intense pleasure filling him. He leaned forward, biting her shoulder gently, leaving a mark that would be a reminder of their passion for days to come.

"I'm going to cum," he growled, his voice ragged with desire.

Samia's body trembled, her nails digging into his back, her eyes locked onto his.

"Do it, Varga," she panted, her voice hoarse with passion. "Fill me up."

The tension in their loins grew, and they both knew the moment was near.

He thrust one final time, his body shivering as he ejaculated deep inside her.

Samia's breaths hitched, her body trembling with the intensity of the sensations, her eyes locked on his. Varga watched as she cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure, her nails digging into his shoulders.

They collapsed on the bed together, Varga cuddling her from behind as they breathed harshly.

“What was that about?” he asked. “Is that how you like it?” He stroked the huge bruise at the side of her breast.

“Not really. But today, I just needed that, I’ll explain later.