The Ghost of Spankley Cottage
...your swollen cunt, which immediately needed him to fuck it.
He wouldn't do that just yet, but the perfect prelude to him colonising you with his cock would be those delicious cracks of his hand as he held you in position over his knee.
You slid your knickers down, letting them fall around your ankles and gathered up your skirt, exposing yourself as you climbed over his knee like a good girl and he rested his hand on your peach.







