I cried out as he whipped his belt against my pussy, pain and pleasure shooting up my body. Although my pussy was dripping by the time he stopped his punishment, it was also burning with pain and soreness. “You won’t cum without permission again, will you, slut?” Mr. McIntosh pulled my hair back just enough to make it hurt. “You have such a good pussy, it’s a shame I had to punish it,” he moaned, fucking me deeper. I could feel my pussy start to contract and knew that an orgasm was building up and would soon explode. I screamed into the material of the couch as my pussy contracted and convulsed around his thick cock, which was still pumping his delicious semen into my womb.