As sensations went, the jury was out on whether I liked it or not. My pussy though already knew-it liked it and wanted more. And as for Andrew, if the cock poking me in the side was any indication, he liked it as well.

The finger in my ass withdrew and I mewled in loss, especially when he told me to get up. I stood in front of him, hands clasped, head bowed, my cunt a sopping mass of tingling nerves.

“Bend over the end of the couch.” His curt order saw my feet immediately moving, and I draped myself over the armrest.

Once again, he flipped up my skirt, exposing me. I wasn’t expecting him to start slapping me again and without his iron grip holding me down, I squirmed and moaned at his touch on my already red and sensitized skin.

The sting of his smacks hadn’t even begun to subside when he sheathed himself in me with one swift stroke.

Oh my fucking god. I might have said the words out loud, I know I definitely thought them. Never had Andrew plowed me so deep and hard. His fingers dug into my ass cheeks, spreading me. I grunted as he pounded my soft flesh, his heavy balls slapping against me as he thrust in and out. I clawed at the fabric of the couch, my orgasm ripping through me like a hurricane. I whipped my head from side to side as convulsions gripped me. And still he fucked me, his iron length pumping my flesh, which quivered around him.

Something wet fell from above and landed in the crack of my ass. It was lube preparing me for the finger he suddenly plunged into my ass.

Overcome with sensation and shock, for the first time in my life, I enjoyed back-to-back orgasms. I might have screamed, but I’m not really sure because I kind of blacked out.