At the ranch, there's a paparazzi scandal.

Part 1: Spanking At the Ranch: Role Reversal

It would be scandalous if someone saw Cecile or Michael. However, she couldn't care more.

Cecile lay on his lap with her small tits pressing against him. Her panties were wet.

She whimpered at the first touch of his cunt against him, even though it was in his pants fabric.

He laughed and said, "Hush now. Your boyfriend and a journalist are going around and taking pictures." "You wouldn’t want a scandal at this ranch for yourself and your family, would you?"

Michael licked her shoulder. He gripped her thighs tightly and held her in place when she tried to move.

She said, "I don’t care", and added that she likes scandal. "I don't care."

Michael patted her on the back, but she was able to rub her pussy against his twice. He stopped her loudly as she groaned.

"Do you want me to ride Cecile?" Would you like to feel a little more power?

She smiled and nodded. He pulled off her shirt, and smiled at her lack of bra. He then rubbed her nipples.

Cecile cried out at the combination of pain and pleasure. Cecile tried to get her cunt by bringing a hand, but he grabbed her wrist before he could reach it.

Begging for scandal

She begged him, drawing her nails along his naked body.

He hissed and pushed his hips up. Cecile moaned.

Michael stood and she wrapped her legs around his waist. She couldn't breathe.

"Do you want the house?"

Cecile nodded her head. His hips against her rolled her eyes back.

She continued, "I can't. I need-right now."

He laughed again and helped her to a blanket-covered pile of hay. Cecile took advantage of the opportunity and flipped right above him as soon as it was possible.

He smiled as if he knew exactly what he was doing. She didn't seem to care anymore. He was too important to her.

He warned that "the watchman" and "your boyfriend" would hear you.

Cecile took his pants off and let go of his dick. She kissed his lips and wanted him to feel as bad as she felt before she rode him.

She shrugged and said, "You said the word scandal", "now we're both gonna make it happen."

She placed her clit against the base of her dick , and groaned, before wrapping her hands around him. He was more difficult than she expected.

His dick had small veins and she wanted them to be traced with her tongue. This would be another day when she wasn’t so desperate.

She wanted him to shout as loudly as she did.

A scandal indeed

She moved her hand up, down and stared at his calm face.

After stroking him several times, his hips began to thrust and his eyes became glazed.

He rested his fingers on her legs, tightening his muscles when she did something particularly good with her hand.

He kept his eyes closed and didn't want her to lower her mouth.

She wrapped her lips around his tip and hollowed out her cheeks. He looked at her and flinched under her. He pulled softly on her hair with his fingers, tying it together.

She stroked him with her tongue, pressed against his length, and then she kissed his sensitive edge.

She smiled and he lifted his head, before squeezing him hard. He was salty and she moaned to himself.

He let out a torrent of curses. Cecile wanted him whole, so she kept her head down until her dick reached the back of her throat. She moaned once more.

She was proud of her, as he was shivering beneath her. He was so familiar with her control that she enjoys deepthroating him.

He was released by her with a loud pop.

He growled, "Fucking, come here right now," She laughed.

Cecile was wet.

She reached for her panties, and pulled them away before focusing on him.

He looked at her through thick, glazed eyes. Cecile sank on his dick and marvelled at the sensation of being stretched out and filled.

She threw her head back, and made a long, fervent moan.

She gasped, "Baby! You feel so good!" "So deep inside me!"

She cried and moved. He made her feel so many emotions.

He kept her on edge and tense her up, and she was eager to repay the favour.

He was struggling to control his anger and the slow pace she had set.

He demanded that she "go faster", but she shrugged.

Cecile groaned and felt him twitch in her cunt.

Both could hear the car of her boyfriend parking right next to the barn where they were having sex.

Cecile suddenly picked up the pace, having lost control of herself.

Her boyfriend should take good photos of the scandal if he was going to be there with a journalist.

Michael's neck was visible, his head tilted back and his hips moving below her. He prayed for her, his name becoming more urgent each time he placed his dick in her.

Cecile groaned and cursed and leapt up and down on his dick each time faster than the last.

It was a brutal rhythm, and her tightening mussy assured her that it would not be long before she arrived.

Outside, someone was screaming but she didn’t care.

With a loud bang, the barn door opened.

She was able to see her boyfriend and the journalist enter the room from the perfect position.

Michael adjusted the angle, and her dick found the right spot. She screamed in delight, her eyes rolling in her head, and Michael changed the angle. His hands squeezed her tits and his pussy bobbed around her. She continued whining and whimpering as he rode her frantically.

Cecile could hear the camera flashing. Although she knew her scandalous act would make the headlines in many newspapers the next day, Cecile was too distracted by her sexual pleasure to consider it.

She felt Michael beneath her, and his cum filled her pussy.

They were again alone when she opened her eyes.

She was tired to the bone and aching to the max. She would face the scandal when it happened, and not before.

She smiled, and she decided to go inside for a long, warm bath.