I think my my Master is going to hand-f**k me. But no, he's opened me for himself. Rolling up and over, his body crowning mine, he drives inside once more, filling me with himself. Arching convulsively, gripping the head-bars, I yowl my response. Bucking and jerking as my Master rides me, I realise I'm laughing. And he's laughing with me, his smile no longer hidden, but broad and bright and joyful.
He slows to a more measured pace... "Alright, Charlotte?"
"Always with you, Master."
He lifts himself away from me, stooping to kiss a breast flushed with arousal. For a few moments, he plucks at the n****e, teething and nibbling. Then, dotting me with kisses as he moves, he slides down my body to settle between my thighs. "Pass me a pillow."
Unlocking my hands, I snatch the pillow next to m
