In the dim glow of a bedside lamp, spanked and pegged begins with whispered words only she can hear. She’s wearing nothing but lace panties, and spanked and pegged adores how she peels them away inch by inch. Her skin flushes rose as her own touch ignites her in spanked and pegged. Every circle of her fingers over that sensitive bundle feels sacred in spanked and pegged. She rides the edge for what feels like forever in spanked and pegged, eyes half-lidded, lips parted. When she finally lets go in spanked and pegged, her entire body shudders in waves that the lens of spanked and pegged captures perfectly. The afterglow in spanked and pegged is almost more erotic than the act itself—soft smiles, lazy stretches, the quiet satisfaction of a woman who knows exactly how powerful she is. spanked and pegged is pure feminine bliss.