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could do all that and then some with you just like that? Your ass is in the air, just primed for a paddling, and there are all sorts of ways for me to fuck you just the way you are.” His foot was moving the whole time and, shamelessly, Nailah kept rocking against him. He could have told her to hold still, but the rocking of her hips was giving him serious wood.
    “I’m going to fuck you in the ass one day. Would you like that?”
    “I’ve never done it before, Sir.”
    “That’s not what I asked.”
    “Yes, Sir. I would like it. I want you to fuck me in the ass.”
    “Don’t move,” Armando said as he rose to his feet. “I’ll be right back.”
    “Yes, Sir.” She barely got the words out.
    Armando went to his bedroom and stripped out of his clothes. The top of his left sock was completely soaked. When he came back out to the living room, he set the condoms he’d grabbed down on the coffee table and then he leaned down right into Nailah’s field of vision.
    He ran his hand down her back as he showed her the flogger he’d also grabbed. “Can we continue?”
    She swallowed and nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
    “Good. I’m going to flog your ass with this. Nowhere else, just your ass, okay?”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “Good.” Armando stood, rolling his shoulders. He paced a few feet away from Nailah’s prone body. He took several deep but quiet breaths, and then he walked back to his girl.

    Armando didn’t stop with the flogger until her ass was bright red. He could have gone on a little longer. Nailah seemed to like the flogger more than his rough palms, but she’d been in that spread position long enough and there was something more that he wanted. Two more rough strokes, one on each cheek, and each strike met with the same moan and jerk she’d displayed since he’d finished warming her up.
    He tossed the flogger onto the couch, and then sank to his knees between her feet. It took nothing for him to flip her over onto her back. She stared up at him, her face bright red, a few tears gathering at the corner of her eyes. He leaned over her and wiped her cheeks.
    “Okay?”
    “Mhmm.” Her voice came almost in a pant. “Yes, Sir.”
    Armando kissed her long and hard to remind of her what he was feeling for her. To remind her that they were in this together. When he pulled away, he looked down at her gorgeous body. “Hold your ankles.”
    She did as she as was told and then he started in on her pussy. Light, quick slaps at first, then harder and harder, smacking the delicate folds that covered her clit. She shook and cried out, biting the inside of her cheek to try and contain her pleas.
    He smacked until she came, her back arching off the floor. A long stream of swearing mixed with “Oh, god! Oh god! Oh god!” echoed off the high ceilings of his condo. He stopped with the smacks and started rubbing her pussy, doing it harder as she came again. She held her ankles the whole time. He’d see in the morning if she’d bruised her own skin.
    Before she could come back to herself completely, Armando yanked her off the floor and brought her over to the couch. He nearly fell onto the cushions, impressed that she managed to get her footing and stand still until he instructed her what to do next. But he didn’t have any instructions this time. He tore the condom wrapper open and slipped the sheath on. Then he pulled her onto his lap.
    Nailah sank onto his cock, her slick, swollen cunt welcoming him home. It was his turn to moan. He’d been wanting this all week, wanting to be inside her again, wanting her luscious tits with their tight brown tips bouncing inches away from his face. Armando pulled her arms behind her back, gathering both her small wrists in one of his larger hands. She tossed her head back, almost in offering, and it would have been plain rude for him not to accept.
    There was no need to slow her bouncing. He could suck her nipples and pound away all at the same time. So he did. First one then the