“Time to take your master’s c*m,” he pants, his tone urgent. “But I want those eyes on me.”
He withdraws and throws me onto my back.
Panting, my heart racing, I stare up at him as he looms over me, his engorged c**k jutting from his jeans, his chest heaving, his dark eyes burning like fire. Spreading my thighs, he falls on top of me. He fists his d**k in his hand and finds my wet center, then forces it inside me with a grunt.
When I moan and grab onto his jacket, he grasps my wrists and pins my arms to the ground.
He starts to f**k me again, hovering over me as he holds me to the earth and stares into my eyes.
I beg brokenly, “Please. Please, master. Please may I come?”
His eyelids flutter. He whispers my name.
But he doesn’t give me permission to let go.
My p***y and c**t throb wi
