Protagonist! Please Stay Away from Me 2!-Chapter 53: Be Gentle! (R18)

"Still so sore here from your punishment?" Her palm rubbed my ass cheeks in slow, deliberate circles—starting gentle, turning firmer squeezes that reignited the fire, fingers kneading the tender globes until I yelped, hips bucking upward involuntarily for more friction.

"Yes—ow! Gentle, I said!" I half-protested, half-moaned, pussy dripping onto the sheets.

She chuckled throatily, standing briefly to strip fully—blouse tossed aside, slacks pooling at her feet. Her cock sprang free magnificently—thick as my wrist, veined and heavy, the tip glistening with a bead of precum that caught the sunset light.

"Begging already? Such a good girl for me." Straddling my waist like a queen claiming her throne, she fed the head to my lips teasingly, smearing the salty precum across them. "Taste yourself on me from the office tease earlier—lick it clean."

I obeyed eagerly, tongue darting out to swirl around the broad head, savoring the musky tang as I sucked shallowly, hollowing my cheeks. "Mmm... more, Tina? Please?"

"Not yet, baby." She pulled back with a wet pop, flipping me prone in one fluid motion, ass up high like an offering. "Punishment round two—light this time, to remind you who’s in charge."

Her palm came down five times in measured succession—smack smack smack smack smack—each strike precise and stinging, heat blooming crimson across my cheeks, the sound sharp and rhythmic against the quiet room.

Tears pricked my eyes hotly; I sobbed softly into the pillow, pushing back instinctively for the next one, body betraying my craving.

"Sorry, sweetpea," she cooed immediately, voice softening to velvet as she grabbed a tube of soothing ointment from the nightstand drawer.

Her touch turned tender, cool gel spreading under her fingers in massaging circles over the abused skin—relief washing through the burn like a balm.

Those same fingers dipped lower teasingly, circling my dripping entrance without entering. "All better now? Ready for the real fun, my good girl?"

Nodding frantically, still face-down and ass-tingling, I rolled over onto my back, legs splaying wide in invitation.

Tina dove between my thighs like a woman possessed by hunger—tongue lashing my swollen clit in firm, flat strokes, lips sucking my folds into her mouth with wet schlurps, two thick fingers plunging deep to curl unerringly against my G-spot.

"Fuck, Sharon, you taste divine—so wet for your punishment, clenching around my fingers already," she rasped against my skin, vibrations humming through me. Her free hand continued massaging one sore cheek, the dual sensations—pain-pleasure blend—driving me wild.

"Tina—oh fuck, god, right there!" I cried out, thighs clamping around her head like a vice, hips grinding shamelessly against her face as slick coated her chin. She added a third finger, stretching my walls deliciously full, thumb pressing circles on my clit with relentless precision.

The orgasm built like a tidal wave, coiling tight; I shattered spectacularly, squirting hot arcs onto her tongue and cheeks, body convulsing in endless spasms, back bowing off the bed.

She lapped every last drop with greedy swipes, rising on her elbows smug and glistening. "One down, girlfriend. Now your turn—show me how much you love this cock."

Guiding my head with gentle hands in my hair, she knelt over me; I took her deep eagerly—lips stretching wide around her girth, throat relaxing with practiced ease to swallow inch by veiny inch until my nose brushed her trimmed mound.

Her hands tightened, fucking my mouth slow and deep—gluck gluck gluck—precum coating my tongue thickly, balls slapping my chin rhythmically. "That’s it, choke on it nicely—my perfect little cocksucker, best girlfriend ever," she praised, hips rolling with controlled power.

I hummed around her, vibrations drawing groans from her throat, one hand fondling her heavy sac while the other stroked the base. She pulled out glistening and throbbing, growling low. "Enough teasing—need to be inside you now."

Positioning between my spread legs, her cockhead nudged my entrance—teasing slides up and down through my slickness, bumping my clit each pass. "Beg for it properly, sweetpea. Tell me what you want."

"Please, Tina—fuck me deep. Fill my pussy up, make me yours!" I pleaded desperately, nails raking down her back, leaving red trails.

She thrust in savagely with a guttural moan—bottoming out in one brutal stroke, my walls stretching taut around her massive girth, the fullness exquisite.

"All mine," she snarled, pounding deep and unyielding—slap slap slap of skin on skin, bed frame creaking in protest. Missionary first: eye contact burning intense, her weight pinning me deliciously, hands linked above my head in a lover’s lock.

"Ahhh! Ahhh..."

"Feel that sting when I hit your cervix? Your punishment pussy loves every inch—clench for me."

"Yes—harder, Tina, fuck!" Another orgasm ripped through me like lightning, walls fluttering and milking her relentlessly, juices squirting around the base.

She flipped us fluidly—me on top now, impaled fully as I rode her frantically, tits bouncing wildly with each downward slam, her hands spanking my cheeks lightly from below to spur me on.

"Ride your girlfriend like you mean it—grind that sore ass on me." Cum boiled in her; she bucked up savagely, flooding my depths with thick, hot pulses—rope after rope painting my insides white, overflowing to drip down her balls.

Barely softening, she pulled out with a wet schlop, flipping me to all fours. "Not done—your tight ass next. Ready for anal, baby?"

Lube from the nightstand slicked her cock and my hole generously. "Y-yes... take it," I breathed, pushing back.

Head breaching slow, then deeper—burn stretching to pleasure as she sank balls-deep.

"Fuck, so tight—perfect for me." She fucked steady, building to pounding—hand in my hair for leverage, free one rubbing my clit. "Cum on my cock in your ass." I did, screaming as anal orgasm crashed, her second load erupting deep inside.

Collapsed in a sweaty tangle, she held me close against her chest—soft kisses peppering my forehead, neck, shoulders. Fingers traced lazy patterns on my back. "You okay, sweetpea? Too rough on that ass?"

"Perfect... love you," I murmured, nuzzling her neck, body humming.

"Good—stuck with me forever." She fetched chilled water from the mini-fridge, holding the bottle to my lips for slow sips, then reapplied ointment to my ass and now-tender hole—cool fingers soothing every ache. "Dinner soon? Or another round—gentle this time?"

"Yes," I grinned sleepily. "But very gentle."

"Deal, my love." She eased me onto my side, spooning behind—cock slipping back into my pussy slow and sweet, rocking lazily as we whispered affections, laughter filling the room, bond sealed deeper in afterglow.