#YOURE KILLIN ME OVER HERE BABE😫🥺

[emmyrosee]

Pussy spanking is in my top 5 kinks and you RUINED ME and I need Duncan to get all soft while giving you aftercare like letting you wrap your arms around his neck while sobbing and muttering little sorry’s and he hugs you close 🥺🥺🥺

Big on punishment but big on aftercare is everything🥺💕

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“Alright Axel,” Duncan says over your loud sniffling. “That’s enough.”

As soon as the words passed Duncan’s lips, Axel lets go of your legs, allowing you to curl on yourself. Your sobs practically shook the house, neither of the men moving as you cried.

Everything felt fuzzy. Your vision was distorted through the tears, your overheating body laid limply as your thighs pressed to your now bruising pussy. Your spinning head made you feel like you were about to vomit, and trying to breathe through your nose only caused snot to spew from your swollen, tear stained face.

“What can I do, little momma?” Axel whispers. His hand laid on your thigh, but pulls it away when you flinched. “What can we do?”

“W....wa-water,” you say hoarsely. “Please.”

Axel nods and scrambles to the kitchen, leaving you and Duncan alone.

Duncan sighs and sits on the edge, “you are absolutely in-fucking-credible, you know that?” You barely move, blinking wildly. He gently blows cool air on your face, trying to regulate your temperature. You relish in the cool air, and despite the delicious pain, you inch towards Duncan. He smiles softly and eases you to sit up in his arms, holding you close as he kisses your temple. “My sweetie girl... so good for me. You are so perfect.”

“‘M sorry I made you so mad,” you whimper. He shushes you quietly, “no no, baby. I’m not mad anymore. I’m all done being mad. Just let Axel and I take care of you, okay?”

You nod, mewling sleepily as Axel comes back into the room. “Okay, I got a bottle of water, a fruit cup and some aloe for ya, sweet pea,” he announces, sitting at your legs. Slowly, he unclamps them, gritting his teeth as you winced. “I know... I’m sorry.” He uncaps the aloe and gently lays some in his hand, massaging it into your inflamed skin.

You cry out at the pressure, bringing your knees up. He bushes you and flattens your leg. “It’s okay baby,” Duncan whispers. “We got you, Axel’s got you, he’s gonna make it better, okay?”

You nod against his arms, finally fluttering your eyes shut as the gel becomes soothing.

Axel smiles up at you, “that’s it, baby. We got you.”