Rex was no longer merely punishing her; he was deconstructing her. The rhythmic violence of his hand against her flesh escalated into a brutal, relentless assault.
He wasn't just hitting her; he was trying to drive the sensation deep into her very bones.
CRACK! SLAP! THWACK! WHACK!
The sound was deafening in the small chamber, a rapid-fire succession of heavy, fleshy impacts. Each strike left a new, even deeper crimson mark, turning her massive, plump ass into a landscape of throbbing, furious red.
Cassandra was a wreck of sensation, her cries of "My Lord!" dissolving into incoherent, high-pitched whimpers of pure sensory overload.
SHLUCK! SQUISH!
As the blows intensified, Rex noticed the frantic, involuntary movements of her sex. Her pussy was a convulsing mess of heat and moisture, and her clitoris was standing out like a hard, swollen berry, twitching with every thunderous impact of his palm.
