Anna knew better than to answer the man. She spread her thighs, slid her right hand from behind her back and put it between them. She had already started to get hot as a result of servicing Devlin’s c**k. There was something about being subservient to him, a shameless slut servicing her lord, that raised her passions. The smell of his loins and the taste of his c**k set something off in her. She guided her fingers to her already slightly parted love lips and began to stroke them. Within a few moments, her puss had dilated and her moisture had begun to flow. She moaned when her fingers delicately rubbed against her c**t.
“That’s the good girl, Anna. Get your p***y nice and wet,” Devlin said in response to her sigh of passion. “But don’t come unless I tell you to.”
Ashamed at her easy lust
