I gripped her hips and hauled her off the marble, her feet hitting the floor with a soft thud before I spun her around in one fluid motion. I shoved her back against the island, forcing her to lean forward and grip the edge of the stone for support.
Her posture was the definition of expensive submission. Her back was arched into a deep, agonizingly sexy curve, her shoulder blades flared under the silk of her half-discarded robe. With her head hanging low, her dark hair spilled over the white marble like an ink stain. I raised my hand and delivered a sharp, stinging spank to her right buttock. The sound of palm meeting flesh cracked through the kitchen like a gunshot, leaving a blossoming red mark on her pale, flawless skin.
Evelyn let out a sharp, needy cry, and as if on cue, she hiked her right leg up, resting her foot flat on the marble surface. The move opened her up completely, exposing the wet, swollen entrance of her pussy to the 4K lens.
