Trust him? Not that I have any other choice but I so deeply want to believe in him right now that I can't think straight. We're lying naked together sharing moments more intimate, more intoxicating than anything I've ever experienced in my nearly eighteen years of life. He's now seen me at my most vulnerable and touched me tenderly. He can easily just overpower me and take everything he wants. Instead, he's focusing on my pleasure. If I can't trust him, who can I trust?
"Yes, Master.", I almost purr.
As he adjusts himself behind me, I lose my grip and he slides the appendage between my legs, just holding it there for a moment as he inhales deeply. Then, he pulls away a bit and when he pushes forward again, it's right up against me, slipping between the lips of my very wet flesh. This tim
