Stuck And Spanked

Sharon finds Della stuck halfway under the bed, phone clutched in hand. She plants a firm slap across the round cheek peeking out, then another, slower, savoring the heat. Fingers hook into waistband. Fabric slides. Sharon's palm lands sharp, again, again, finding rhythm between soft gasps. She pauses only to taste the sting on her own skin, rubbing circles, squeezing. Della presses back. Naked now, knees wide, Sharon's tongue follows the red handprints. Each lick earns another slap until they're breathing hard and Della's begging to be free. Sharon yanks her out by the hips, throws her onto the mattress, face down, ass up. Hand open. Crack. Crack. Red blooms. Two fingers slip in easy, wet. Slap. Sharon pushes her tongue beside them, fucks her that way, bites the flesh. Della's moan stretches long and broken. Another slap, harder, and Sharon climbs up, grinding her own cunt on Della's thigh, nails sinking in, smacking until they finish trembling, slick, tangled in skin marked and kissed.