Miscommunication Stories

Blazing in Halloween lust fever, warm and sticky juices dripped on my thighs as my first Dom plundered deep and hard into my cave of wanton desire. His heavy hands gripped my hips, spanking stronger. His humongous member thrust like an angry piston until all was intolerable. "Pumpkin!" He pumped in. Rougher. Spanking harder. "Pumpkin!!!" He fucked me more like a ravenous devil. Unable to take more, I disengaged and cried....