Smack! smack! smack!
A rapid series of sharp blows cracked through the cabin as Elion kept raining hard slaps down across Veyra's already stinging ass.
"Ahhhh... AAhhhh... ahhhh! Yesss! Moree!!!"
Every strike pulled another loud, broken whimper from her, half a scream and half a plea.
By now, her pale ass cheeks had turned such a deep, angry pink-red that it almost looked as though the color had been painted onto her skin by hand.
Eventually, Elion paused, suspecting he might have gone a little too far.
At least, that was what he thought until Veyra looked back at him over her shoulder with naked disappointment written all over her face.
"W-why did you stop?" she asked.
For a moment, Elion was almost tempted to oblige her and continue. But instead, he ignored the plea. He wrapped his hand around his shaft and stepped in closer.
