Helen slid off Damian's lap, her body still trembling from the aftershocks, and climbed onto the table, lying flat on her stomach. The wooden surface was cool against her flushed skin as she reached back, grabbing fistfuls of Damian's blazer and pulling it to her mouth. She bit down hard on the fabric, eyes wide with raw excitement, staring back at him over her shoulder.
Damian stood behind her, his hands gliding over the curve of her ass, fingers pressing into the soft flesh with gentle rubs. He raised one hand and brought it down in a sharp spank, the slap echoing in the empty cafe.
Pa!
Helen's body jolted, a low moan vibrating through the blazer in her teeth. He spanked her again, harder, the impact reddening her cheek. Another smack followed, then more in quick succession; left, right, alternating, each one landing with a crisp crack. Her moans grew deeper, muffled but insistent, as her ass cheeks turned a deep red, marked with his handprints.
