Behind her, the sound of the belt whistling through the air. The loud crack as it nailed her perfectly across her upper thighs. The white-hot, fresh pain.
CRACK!! This time, her right asscheek.
CRRRACK!! Her outer thigh.
“Ohhhhh!! Fuck it HURTS…”
Roxanne was next to her, whispering in her ear. “You keep this up… your husband might hear you. Better get your face buried between Lisa’s thighs…”