Hanging Wedgie Humiliation

The room reeked of sweat and desperation, the air thick with anticipation. She was bent over, her ass in the air, a perfect target. Her skirt was hiked up, panties pulled to the side, pussy glistening with arousal. He stood behind her, a wicked grin on his face, chain in hand. He looped it around her thighs, pulling tight until she yelped. “That’s right, bitch,” he growled, yanking harder. “Feel that burn.” She whimpered, but her hips bucked back, seeking more. He spanked her hard, leaving a red handprint on her pale flesh. “Fuck, you love this, don’t you?” He grabbed her wedgie, pulling it tighter, making her scream. “Beg for it,” he demanded. “Beg for me to fuck your tight little ass.” She complied, her voice a desperate plea. He chuckled, unzipping his pants. “Good girl,” he said, rubbing his cock against her asshole. “Now let’s see how much you can take.”

His cock slid in easily, her asshole stretched wide around his thick shaft. She moaned, a mix of pain and pleasure. He fucked her hard, his hips slapping against her ass. “Take it,” he grunted, “take every inch.” He reached around, fingering her clit, making her scream. “Cum for me,” he commanded. “Cum while I fuck your ass.” She obeyed, her body convulsing around him. He groaned, his cock pulsing as he filled her ass with his hot cum. He pulled out, leaving her panting and spent on the floor. He smirked, adjusting his pants. “Next time, maybe I’ll hang you from the ceiling and really give you something to scream about.”