“So maybe a big mouthful of c*m when it’s least expected,” he attempted with nonchalance, “would be a kind treat for the sperm-slave as well…”
“Oh, anything for my c*m-eater,” smiled magnanimously. She seemed to think for a moment. “Well, Brad, would you like an orgasm tonight?”
His face lit up. “Yes, please!” he breathed.
“Would you like to just whack off all over yourself while I watch,” she wondered offhandedly, “or would you prefer to penetrate me and then come in my p***y?”
“M-M-Mistress!” gasped Brad excitedly. “Please—” He struggled to control himself. “P-please, Alyssa, c-could I have you?” He blinked meekly into her calm, dark eyes, imagining the utter contentment that only the most intimate possession of her sleek creamy flesh could bring. God, to cover that coolly composed w
