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worthwhile.
    “Oh, yes…”
    She started thrusting her hips up and down, so she moved in timing with Manolo’s mouth. This increased the feelings of wonder that cascaded through her and she groaned a solid release of passion.
    “Oooooooooo!”
    Faster and faster she moved, rocking from the waist down. Manolo had spread her even wider with his fingers and was going deeper still into her.
    “Oooooooooo.”
    Then he found the clitoris, tormenting and teasing it with his tongue tip.
    “Ooooojjjjjjjjj.”
    Lucinda was now in ecstasy. She was no longer human, but reduced to a quaking, quivering mass of naked flesh and hair. Reaching downward, she drove his head into her, as if to smother him and the opening moments of an orgasm built within.
    “Oooooo.”
    It was happening way too fast. Summoning whatever will power remained, she tried to hold it all within, but such was next to impossible.
    “Oooooo.”
    She wanted this moment to never end as she walked among the clouds, feeling as if she was floating.
    “Oooooohhhhhhh!”
    As Manolo’s tongue continued to do its work, her whole body twisted and the overwhelming warmth flowed through her. She was climaxing in a river of lust and fire.
    “Oooooooooo.”
    Manolo had evidently grown way too excited as well. Not waiting to sink his throbbing member into her mouth, he fell backward on the floor, jerked himself a half dozen times and shot a load of white liquid into the air.
    “Uhhhhh,” was all he could say for himself.
    Lucinda responded with a fatigued moan.
    For what seemed an eternity, they both laid in their respective positions, drained of energy and emotion. How the matador would build himself up to face the bulls in a few hours was a mystery.
    The room was silent except for their heavy breathing, until it was Manolo who spoke.
    “You made me come too soon. I’m not able to get my dick sucked, because you made me come. That’s going to cost you a whipping with the belt.”
    “What?” Lucinda protested. “Nooooooo!”
    “Yes,” Manolo ordered, as he rose and went to the spot where he had dropped his pants on the floor. “Either get up and get into position or take it on your stomach on the bed, but either way you’re getting disciplined.”
    “This isn’t right,” she objected. “And besides, I’m tired of being spanked every time I turn around.”
    “Get up,” Manolo commanded. “Get up and bend over.”
    Lucinda knew what was expected of her, as they had done this routine before. She already started to sniffle, for she saw the belt folded over in his right hand and knew what was coming.
    “Please. I don’t want to do this.”
    “Shut up and bend over,” he repeated with even more force in his voice.
    Lucinda was already on the verge of tears as she pulled herself from her prone position and stood. Then turning, she bent over the bed with her hands on the mattress. Her naked ass was sticking out and unprotected from the elements.
    “Please…”
    Her begging did no good, for Manolo delivered a monstrous whap right in the center of her naked ass, which caused her to yelp and jerk upright, with her hands instinctively going to the spot where the strike had landed.
    “Get back down there and hold the position!” Manolo cursed out. “Don’t you even move again!”
    The lone blow brought Lucinda to tears, but she said nothing, she knew no words would save her. Once again, she was at Manolo’s mercy, playing victim to both his rage and his fear.
    “This is for promising to suck my dick and making me come before it was done,” he declared, as he brought another whapping blow across her flesh. Again, she jerked and let out a cry, as the leather smack resounded throughout the bedroom. There were now two rapidly reddening welts on her otherwise white bottom.
    Two more blows came, on each side of Lucinda’s ass, causing her to bounce on her heels, though she maintained her bent position on the bed for fear of what would happen if she