Warwick smiled as she came. He ran the crop over the wetness running down her thigh, before pulling it back, and pushing it against Desiree's lips. "I don't remember giving you permission to cum yet did I you little slut?" When Desiree was finished with it he pulled the crop away, pushing her to her knees, the bulging hardness in his jeans evident. He drew the crop back then brought it down, slamming it with all his force into Autumns ass. This time there was not respite between the blows, delivering them one after the other until her ass burnt red. He would not stop until she was a whimpering, begging mess.