The obedient boy, blushing fiercely and yet without ever daring to protest his mistress’s smirkingly negligent command, could only nod jerkily in acceptance. “Of course, Mistress,” he always murmured. “Any special requests, Mistress?” he might add quietly, hoping to curry some modicum of favor with the imperious angel-w***e.
Alyssa would bite her lip prettily for a moment as the fat purple glans of some well-muscled male specimen pushed her velvety cunt lips wide, then sank thickly to her very core, sudden and urgent and striving. Taken aback by the utter depth of the man’s need, perhaps she could only lie there for a moment, gasping soundlessly, as the whimpering man’s hips pounded her slender pale body back into the bed, filling her, thrilling her, making her all his. Eventually, though
