Queen Nephilim bends over and begs for another smack, loud and nasty

In a dim room, Queen Nephilim lies face down in a dark tee and grey-trimmed shorts, her pale cheeks bared to the air. A palm cracks down hard on her right cheek, leaving a bright red flush behind. She reaches back to grope and knead the stinging flesh, then rocks her hips upward into the next swat.