"I wouldn't be up to any tricks, would I?" Britney fluttered her eyes innocently, though her gaze kept flickering.
"Of course, you don't have a talent for lying at all. The moment your eyes dart around, I know exactly what you're thinking," Adrian said as he flipped over the girl lying on top of him and then smacked her upturned buttocks.
Although Britney shrieked, she obediently stayed lying on Adrian's legs without moving, her cheeks slightly blushing as she stammered, "I... I really wasn't up to anything…"
"Come on, young lady, when you want to hide something, the tension always makes you reach to touch the back of your neck," Adrian said and then slapped a few more times, making loud smacking sounds. Despite wearing jeans, Britney was still hit till she felt weak all over and was almost unable to get up, whimpering on him.
