I rested my head on her heaving stomach. Her hands still encircled my head, but the fingers were gentle now as they twined through my hair. Finally, as she recovered, Mistress Elizabeth pushed me back, indicating to rise on my knees. I did, and she found my c**k fully erect.
“You just don’t give a poor girl a break, do you?” she said.
“I can’t, Mistress,” I said, “because you, and Odelle, and Renata, and all the others, won’t give me any.”
“And that’s how it should be,” she said. She held her arms up toward me, motioning to approach with her hands. “Come to me, you wonderful man. Receive your mistress’s full gratitude.”
She lifted her p***y and I took her like a lion gorging on a kill. My c**k speared her and she screamed, legs wrapped around my hips. My lips, still wet with her juices
