[Her smile is disarming, and Pietro feels like she's letting him off easy in that regard, for a reason. One he doesn't think too hard on, because she's spanking him again and he pulls hard on his cock as he whines. He's so close and everything feels like it's overheating. He wants to make a smart comment, something, anything, but words won't formulate in his brain. He bites his lip as her nails dig into his ass. Wanda hits him again too soon, and it pushes him over the edge. Pietro loses his hold over everything, tensing with his fingers squeezing the head of his cock, an embarrassing high pitched squeak of a noise in his throat, and he comes, writhing in the aftermath when his skin still feels too hot and throbbing.]
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