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In the sultry, dimly lit room, neon lights flickered, painting the walls in a kaleidoscope of reds and pinks. The air was thick with the smell of sweat, dragged over to the sofa in a tangle of legs and arms. Her costume was but a scrap of red cloth that barely covered her ample breasts and tight, round ass. She looked up at him with hooded eyes, her chest heaving with anticipation.

“Well, well, well,” he purred, circling her like a predator toying with its prey. “Looks like the little Sexhase has been a bad girl.” He grabbed a fistful of her long, silky hair and yanked her head back, exposing her smooth, pale neck. “Time to teach you a lesson, doesn’t it?”

She whimpered in response, her voice little more than a breathy gasp. “Yes, father…I’ve been very naughty.” She writhed on the sofa, her plump lips parted in a silent moan. “I need to be punished.”

The man grinned, his red ballcap pulled low over his eyes. He released her hair and grasped his belt buckle instead. With a deft flick of his wrist, the leather strap slid free of the loops and he folded it in half. The air was electric, humming with the promise of pain. He brought the belt down on her bare ass with a vicious crack. She yelped and tried to squirm away, but he wrapped his arm around her waist, pinning her in place.

“Ah, ah, ah, Sexhase,” he tutted, delivering a series of sharp smacks. “You know better than to move. Stay still and take your punishment.”

She sobbed, her eyes shining with unshed tears, but she forced herself to remain frozen under the lash. He could feel her trembling against him, could hear the way her breath hitched with each new stripe. But beneath the pain, there was something else. A spark. A spark that set his blood on fire, that made him want nothing more than to consume her, to make her his.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he dropped the belt and hauled her up onto her knees. She knelt before him, teary-eyed and red-assed and utterly debased. And despite everything, she looked fucking beautiful. He unzipped his fly, freeing his cock from its confines. It bobbed before her face, thick and hard and straining. She looked up at him, her pink gloss nearly blurred her token and obeyed. Her hot little mouth soon engulfed his manhood, her tongue industrious as she sucked him to the root.

He groaned, tangling his fingers in her hair as she worked him to the very back of her throat. She was good at this, too -best little tease a father could ask for. She relaxed her gag reflex as he pushed deeper, holding him in her throat for several long seconds before pulling back. A string of saliva connected her lips to his cock, glistening in the low light. She grinned up at him, her eyes glittering with mischief.

“Still think you deserve to be punished, Sexhase?” he growled.

She nodded eagerly, clutching her tits. They bounced prettily as if to call to him, begging him to touch, to toy with them. He circled a nipple with a calloused fingertip, then pinched hard. She gasped, arching into his touch. Her chest was heaving again, rising and falling rapidly as she gasped for breath. He couldn’t resist palming the other tit, kneading the soft flesh roughly.

Her eyes fluttered shut and she moaned softly, the sound an almost purr. “Yes, please… More.” She ground her hips against the sofa, rubbing her dripping cunt against the velvet. “I need more.”

He fumbled with his belt loop, freeing his cock from its confines. She shoved him back against the sofa, straddling him almost as soon as his ass hit the cushions. She was hot and wet and ready when she sank down on his cock, groaning at the feeling of him spreading her open. She set a punishing pace, rising up and slamming back down with abandon. Her tits bounced wildly, drawing his eye again and again. He leaned in, grabbing her hips and pulling her down harder as he latched onto a nipple, sucking hard.

She came with a choked scream, her cunt clamping down on him like a vice. He followed close behind her, shooting his hot seed deep inside her spasming channel. She collapsed against him, spent and trembling. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as they caught their breath.

After a moment, she lifted her head, a wicked grin tugging at the corner of her mouth. “I think that punishment was a bit too kind.” She reached over to the end table and grabbed a vial filled with clear liquid. She rattled it meaningfully. “Time for the next round, don’t you think?”