Brad bit his lip. “Yes,” he whispered truthfully, at last. Despite his embarrassment, his satiated little organ seemed to twitch again at her sly, teasing questioning. Oh, how firm she was, how mercilessly commanding!
“You see?” she said coaxingly. “You wouldn’t want to have taken the edge off by having an orgasm first, as you had tried to beg me. It’s much better to have to wait for all those other guys to take their time just using my lovely white body first, isn’t it?” She smiled at the way he shivered. “Three d***s, four, maybe six or eight or ten, until my p***y is absolutely flooded with their jism…mm, good for me, and all the better for getting you worked up and juicy, too, huh?”
Trembling, Brad imagined it again, happily. “Yes, Mistress,” he whispered, bright-eyed.
“Of course!”
