I was wet.
So incredibly, fucking wet.
I’d known Sally fancied him; she’d told me.
Facing the wall like that, I couldn’t see what they were doing.
But I could hear.
Hear her giggle.
Moan.
Gasp.
Alan’s eyes had lit up at my cheeky proposal.
On returning home, Sally watched mesmerised as Alan scolded me, flipped me over his knee, yanked my panties down, and delivered a blistering, bare-bottom spanking.
Now, hands on my head, I listened whilst he played her like a fiddle.
“Are you going to cum in me?” she asked him hopefully.
With a sob, I exploded.
