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    A Girl Can Dream

    "If you keep moving, it will be double," I warn her before allowing my hand to come in contact with her ass once more. I hear her moan slightly. I spank her, again and again, and again. I love the little sounds she makes after I do it. And I love the sound it makes when my hand comes in contact with her ass. That sound is filling our bedroom. Well, that, and Ashley’s moans. When I finally believe she has enough, I ask, "Are you going to be a good girl now?"

    "Yes."

    "Good," I say, spanking her one last time.

    My hand reaches down, coming in contact with her soaking wet center for the first time tonight. She whimpers underneath me, needing more of my touch. "Getting spanked made your pussy pretty wet, huh Ashley?" I mock. She raises her hips, wanting more but I’m not giving it to her. She groans and moans when I remove my hand from her center.

    "Please.."

    "Spread your legs," I demand and she does it.

    I remain there, looking over her, trying to figure out the best way to do this. "If I let you free, do you promise to behave?" I wonder.

    "Yes."

    I reach over, practically pushing my breasts into her face, and rid the cuffs. "If you dont listen, these cuffs are going right back on you."

    She’s almost drooling.

    "Spencer…" she says after a while, because I havent touched her. "I need it." Of course she needs it. Hell, I imagine she’s never been more turned on in her life. I know that I havent. Like I said, nothing better then having your hot, sexy, panting wife on the bed, waiting for you to fuck her.

    "You have a hand," I giggle, running my hand over her toned thigh. I’m making my way closer to her wetness again. She shifts, trying to rub herself against my hand. I laugh again. "Spence, come on, stop teasing," she whimpers in frusturation. I lean over and give her ass a good slap.

    "What did I tell you? Are you talking back to me?"

    "Oh, fuck."

    I allow my hands to reach down and play with her breasts. I squeeze and tug hard on her erect nipples. She keeps moaning, asking for more. Leaning my head down, I take one hard nipple in my mouth and suck hard. She throws her head back and moans my name. Pretty soon her hands are on the back of my head, making sure that my lips dont leave her breasts.

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    1. damn that was incrediably hot… i feel bad for spencer that it was a dream and she should def tell ashley about her fantasy it may help her stop stressing, pms please make another chapter

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