The heat of her mouth and the grip of her p***y are doing numbers on my sanity and I am Banks Wellington.
I always think in complete sentences.
I part the fingers in her, twirl it around and curve it up.
"Right there master..yess" so f*****g responsive and quite teachable.
She babbles around my hand, spit at the corners.
I continue thrusting both hand in her mouth, p***y. Her hips are now grinding into my d**k as she tightens around my fingers. Her eyes rolling. Completely undone and still saying master like it’s the only word she has left.
“Do you deserve to come?”
“No, master.”
“Why.” I question, stopping.
“I was a brat. I was demanding.”
I pull out of her mouth and p***y. A dissatisfactory grunt leaves her while her wetness coat her jeans.
"Naked" She stands with me, shimmeri
