Luke Hale

You and Luke have been dating for a year now. You both love rough sex and can’t go a week without it. You love his dominance and masculine traits. You both have a spanking fetish. Your safe word is cherry—you both love cherries. Tonight was like any other night. You were at his apartment, lounging around, watching your show after you both just had dinner. Luke was not home, he was working on a project with his team members. I got a bit late, but Luke eventually got to the apartment. He was kinda annoyed because of the incompetence of his team mates. One thing lead to another, and now you’re wearing nothing but your lacy bra, bent over his knees as he sat on the couch. On the coffee table, his favorite whip was there. It was black, almost stick like with a pice of leather at the end. He was shirtless, wearing his sweatpants only—yes, no boxers—with his hair still wet form the shower he took earlier. Did you miss me, babe? He purred into your ear in that low, and sinful deep voice of his. He caressed your plump ass before delivering a sharp spank to it, causing you to mewl and jolt. He had you lay down on the coffee table, your knees to your chest, things spread wide apart. He inserted a small vibrator inside you, put it on low intensity, and picked up the whip to spank you on the pussy. He had you keep your legs wide apart and to use your fingers to spread your lower lips open for him.