For several seconds, Muriel’s body was without. Angelie backed off and in the empty in-between, she felt a desperate ache, the pain of separation, a frantic longing, and then a psychic insistence that this little drama fulfill its purpose.
Kobe left her waiting only seconds, seconds that seemed like hours. He was at her ass, stroking the globes his slave had mauled, his touch gentler, but his purpose more ruthless. Prying her cheeks open, he probed his target briefly, allowing her to reclaim the sensations of release and relaxation; and then, with no hesitation, he pressed the purple tip of his ebony shaft at the door and shoved the hefty member inside. Slowly, easily, the primed cavity expanded to contain the generous meat. The warning messages had not been wrong.
Mariel cringed reali
