Her perspective

John begins to pound my pussy from behind, making loud slapping noises each time he thrusts into me.

All I can do is keep arching my back and take his cock. And I wouldn't want it any other way. I bury my face in the sofa, to try and muffle my screams, but John has a better idea.

He grabs a fistful of my hair, and yanks back, which feels good instead of hurting.

"Don't hide your screams, slut." he says, his voice deep and gruff.

"I'm sorry! I won't do it again!" I scream back at him, my voice breaking from the pleasure.

He lets go of my hair, and I keep my head up just like he ordered. He slaps me across my ass, hard, making me squeal in a mix of shock and pleasure.

"Bad girl." is all he says, as he spanks me again and again, making my ass sting.

I should be in pain and wanting him to stop, but instead, my body is begging for more.

"Spank me, daddy! I'm sorry! I deserve it!" I moan out.

I felt so terrible for betraying Zach like this but all I could think about in that moment was Zach’s huge penis taking me and just using me like a woman. A lady was meant to be taken by a man of dominance and I was glad that John had just taken what he wanted. Zach on the other hand was too timid and mild and often killed the mood.

A sharp pain from my ass brought me back to reality as John‘s huge muscular hand came thundering down on my right butt cheek.

“EEEEEEK” i squealed in response