Spanked Pink on a Layover

Some passengers never forget you. He flew me back out weeks after our first time, and he had one thing on his mind — he’d told me nothing turns him on like a woman over his knee. So I arrived at his hotel in my prettiest lingerie and bent over for him. Every spank landed harder than the last, and the pinker my ass got, the hungrier he got. What he didn’t plan for? Each smack sent a vibration straight through my pussy until I was soaked and pushing back for more. By the time he finished with my cheeks, I was on my knees showing him just how grateful a good girl can be — sloppy, eager, and worth every mile he flew me.