Sandy comes to visit me

Sandy instructed me to take off my skirt and lie on her lap. I complied. It was then that I felt the first sting of her hand on my panty covered bottom. “Slap, slap” all the while Sandy reminded me that I should always be truthful with her. Sandy then slid my panties down to my knees and continued to spank my bare bottom. I accepted my fate and promised to never deceive her again. I was so aroused that I grew very hard. Sandy must have felt my hardness press against her
thighs, as she spanked me even harder. Mercifully, the spanking ended, and I looked up and gazed into her beautiful eyes.

We kissed, hungrily, and I slowly kissed my way down her neck, to her breasts, and then down her hard tummy where I discovered a cute little tattoo. I kissed down further and slid her thong aside and slowly and gently ran my tongue in and out of her. I flicked the tip of my tongue over, around, and across Sandy’s clitoris, running little circles around and around it. My fingers massaged her firm breasts, teasing her erect nipples. I could feel her breathing become faster, more irregular, as she squirmed. Just then, I felt Sandy stiffen, moan, and I knew she was exploding inside. She cried out and I felt her orgasm spasm throughout her body.

I let Sandy recover, and crawled up the bed to kiss her, still rock hard from making love to her. Sandy looked into my eyes and told me that I was forgiven, but that I was hers. She reached down and began to stroke my hardness, slowly, gently rubbing me. We kissed and she kept her delicate hand around me, teasing me, inflaming my hardness. With me on my back, Sandy then rolled onto me, all the while staring into my eyes, and reached back and slid my rock hardness between her lovely thighs. I wanted to plunge into her, but waited for her to do so. Sandy slowly lowered herself onto me, with just the tip of me penetrating her. She was so wet, so tight, and she felt so good. We continued to kiss, while Sandy adjusted to my size. Sandy then began a slow rocking motion, and gradually accepted more and more of my hardness into her warm, wetness. With one final stroke, she had all of me. We lay there for a moment, frozen, enjoying the sensation of our bodies interlocked in time.