Chapter 192. Denied

"I have to taste this," Denny brought his fingers filled with Trisha's juices to his mouth as he gazed down at her. "I was going to let you have my cock while I have your sweet pussy in my face, but I changed my mind," Denny whispered huskily. "You have to stay focused on receiving your punishment so you will not forget not to disobey me ever again."

Trisha could only nod her head in response, although if only she could, she would really want to beg for her request.

He was hovering above her. One of Denny's hands was leaning on the bed to balance his weight, while the other hand was groping Trisha everywhere he could touch. From this side of her chest, waist, abdomen, hips, and back to her neck, down to her chest again. His hand was kneading her perky boobs, molding them in his palms.

Soon his kisses devoured her tits. They were like ripe cherries waiting to be picked. They looked so delicious in Denny's eyes. He did not just look at them. He playfully punched them