Chapter 1108 The Family Incesteous Practice:>Ep14

• I soften my nape grip—it still imparts control but now also caresses—and with my right hand slowly palm each buttock then slide in and down between. I force my fingers between her tight clenched thighs, down past her asshole, to swollen pussy folds and damp curls. It is tight and warm, a delightful protected nest, inviting my investigation. It is sopping. I slick my fingers through the slot then down and under to her swollen unhooded clit, unhooding it a little more. She moans.
• I pull her legs apart, and say matter of factly as I dip and swirl my fingers, "You're coming on. You've enjoyed it. Keep them spread." She's bucking into my hand.
• Without warning I smack her ass again—left, right—then pause, keeping her on edge—right, left. Being practiced with recalcitrants, I knew to tighten my nape grip in anticipation and she doesn't disappoint. She yelps and twists and—her head pinned firmly to mattress—her ass goes up, her belly down, her back dips, and her legs spread wider. She is presenting nicely, and I tell her so.