Susan

“What the fuck?” Susan screamed.

I bolted up, almost falling back with the hairbrush still inside me.

“I….I!”

“Take that hairbrush out of your pussy and give it to me!" she yelled. "Now!”

I was almost trembling as I hand it to her, eyes on the floor.

“On my lap now!”

My eyes widened as I realise where this was going. Heat return to Cherri’s nether lips and you obey unflinchingly.

“Are you…are you getting wet over the thought of being brushed?” Her hand landed on my new left cheek, making you hiss. “Answer me!”

“YES!!!!" I tell her. "SPANK ME HARD! PUNISH ME LIKE THE SLUTTY, DISGUSTING CUNT I AM! I DESERVE IT, MISTRESS SUSAN, PLEASE!!!!!”

I finish my plea with a gasp. I didn’t know I had that in me.

“Well this is unexpected!" Susan said. "But also welcome! Okay, if you want to be my obedient little bitch, we can do that!”

I suddenly shriek, shake and explode…..with laughter. She is running the bristles over my wide and round ass cheeks, making them quiver and shake as I explode with unstoppable mirth.

“My, aren’t we ticklish? Tickle, tickle, tickle, gilli. Gilli, gootchy kootchy kootchh koo. Tickle, tickle, little slut: somebody likes to have her twicklish tushy tickled, doesn’t she?”

I am howling, but also moaning. I am grinding against her to escape the tickling of my rear, making my pussy wetter and wetter.

“Cum for me, ticklish girl!”

Things get whiter and whiter as I struggle to see…before familiar liquid gushes from me and I can see nothing more.