Kym had expected her first time with a boy to be romantic, vanilla, in the missionary position. So when she exposed her breasts to her crush, and he said, “Now ask me to slap them,” she thought she had misheard.
“You heard me,” he said. “Ask me to slap your tits.”
She started breathing rapidly, shocked. How dare he? She wasn’t an object, or a punching bag, or… and then she realised how wet her cunt was suddenly, and how she was much more aroused than she had ever been by her dreams of romantic, vanilla sex, and she knew she was going to do as he asked… now, and through every other degrading thing he asked of her.
“Please,” she gasped. “Slap my tits.” And then, entirely of her own volition, she added, “…hard.”
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