(Story Time)

Hubby has gotten a bit feral 🤭 I have a story to share.

This morning he woke me up rather aggressively, pinching my nipples and grabbing my belly and rubbing my clit with his rough hands. Intoxicatingly sweet kisses made me whimper, and he was growling in my ear about how dumb I am 🤤

He maneuvered my hands up over my head, and somehow clasped my legs between his. He held my hands with one hand, gave me a few more kisses, then took to punching the underside of my left tit. It was soft, at first… sort of preparing me. After the tenth or so time, the pressure increased. Those tantalizing words of degradation were honey in my ear as I fought not to writhe in pain.

Then he moved to the right tit. He has a preference, the left is his favorite to abuse. But I prefer it equal. He didn’t start softly this time, but took to beating me from several angles, the fat of my tit stinging in shock. I wriggled and writhed, whimpering and crying.

He kept at it for a good while. Couldn’t tell you what had come over him. I think he might have told me I was a good girl for taking my punishment so well… all I remember after that is him chuckling when he found how I’d soaked the bed beneath my pussy with arousal.

As always, he shoves his slick fingers in my mouth, telling me to clean them off, and a few sharp slaps to the face ended the scene.