theotherpoems: As I Spank My hand lands hard. Your skin ripples from the impact, colors red, the pain accumulatingwith each slap across your skin. You writhe. You cry out. You cry. I do not stop until I sense the emptiness you crave. It is not
theotherpoems: As I Spank My hand lands hard. Your skin ripples from the impact, colors red, the pain accumulatingwith each slap across your skin. You writhe. You cry out. You cry. I do not stop until I sense the emptiness you crave. It is not
theotherpoems: As I Spank My hand lands hard. Your skin ripples from the impact, colors red, the pain accumulatingwith each slap across your skin. You writhe. You cry out. You cry. I do not stop until I sense the emptiness you crave. It is not
theotherpoems: As I Spank My hand lands hard. Your skin ripples from the impact, colors red, the pain accumulatingwith each slap across your skin. You writhe. You cry out. You cry. I do not stop until I sense the emptiness you crave. It is not
theotherpoems: As I Spank My hand lands hard. Your skin ripples from the impact, colors red, the pain accumulatingwith each slap across your skin. You writhe. You cry out. You cry. I do not stop until I sense the emptiness you crave. It is not
theotherpoems: As I Spank My hand lands hard. Your skin ripples from the impact, colors red, the pain accumulatingwith each slap across your skin. You writhe. You cry out. You cry. I do not stop until I sense the emptiness you crave. It is not
theotherpoems: As I Spank My hand lands hard. Your skin ripples from the impact, colors red, the pain accumulatingwith each slap across your skin. You writhe. You cry out. You cry. I do not stop until I sense the emptiness you crave. It is not
theotherpoems: As I Spank My hand lands hard. Your skin ripples from the impact, colors red, the pain accumulatingwith each slap across your skin. You writhe. You cry out. You cry. I do not stop until I sense the emptiness you crave. It is not
theotherpoems: As I Spank My hand lands hard. Your skin ripples from the impact, colors red, the pain accumulatingwith each slap across your skin. You writhe. You cry out. You cry. I do not stop until I sense the emptiness you crave. It is not
theotherpoems: As I Spank My hand lands hard. Your skin ripples from the impact, colors red, the pain accumulatingwith each slap across your skin. You writhe. You cry out. You cry. I do not stop until I sense the emptiness you crave. It is not
theotherpoems: As I Spank My hand lands hard. Your skin ripples from the impact, colors red, the pain accumulatingwith each slap across your skin. You writhe. You cry out. You cry. I do not stop until I sense the emptiness you crave. It is not
