"Smack, smack."   The sound of Sigmund's groin slapping Kachina's ass.  With a steadily increasing stroke that rocked in and out of her.   As her breasts are jiggling in response to the motion.    No argument is put up to the reference she had begged twice.   The truth,  she would have begged as much as he wanted her to.<br/><br/>Her fingers dig into the bed sheets,  clutching and gaining a hold to steady herself.  Lest she be  forced sprawling flat on her stomach  onto the bed.     Her own breathing  coming seeming in time with the strokes.    With her gasping and moaning also in response.