Yes, Master, Fu*ck me!

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With that, she turned around and showed him her buttocks, her front gradually meeting a mirror. Her eyes wide open, she couldn't believe seeing herself raw on a mirror, while a man admired her underside.

She was a slutty, young, well–curved woman, her greenish eyes looking at her huge, pink cheeks. Her lips red-hot, smeared with lipstick, they seemed begging to be kissed.

Thereafter, her eyes dropped to her chest, her heavy–round breasts with a caramel–pink n*ppl*s hardening at the thought if being touched and s*ck*d.

A thin lane run from the back of her shoulder, through the two far edges of her breasts, implying that she had been caging her breasts from the previous summer until now. Grace had been looking at herself in a mirror every day, however, the image she met now was distinct: luscious and ravishing, simultaneously.

Lost in thoughts, Adrian suddenly asked, “What do you see?”

Meanwhile, Adrian straightened from the couches and approached her from the back. Upon seeing him zoom in the reflection, her heart suddenly raced.

After admiring her reflection for a while, his fingers reached for her hair and raked it, from her medulla oblongata downwards to her scapula.

The gentle touch of his slender fingers felt like an electric current down her spine. Suddenly, her skin curled with a strange desire.

Jolting, Grace took a deep breath, while he moved closer and pulled her pelvic area into his front. Enjoying her soft buttocks on his hardening shaft, he slid one leg into her crotch and compelled her back.

Unable to control the sensuous sensation his friction created, she moaned softly, pressing her back on him. Meanwhile, his right hand caressed through her belly until his fingertips settled on her n*ppl*s. Stroking the soft pads of his thumbs on her hard, engrossed n*ppl*s, she moaned in pleasure.

“You like my touch, don't you?” He said, appreciatively before adding, “You know how I like playing with your boobs, right?”

Meanwhile, he further pressured her into his shaft so that she could feel him aroused. Pushing her arse against him, she too could measure the weight of his arousal, his d*ck nearly puncturing through her wet lips.

“Yes, I do, sir.” She praised, lifting her eyes to the ceiling and shifting the angle of her arse by leaning toward the mirror.

Adrian's mood seemed enlightened by her submission, especially now she was adhering to his words.

Moreover, she grabbed her shoulder, turned her around and pushed her to her knees, yelling, “Do you like my touch?”

“Yes, I like your touch,” she said, calmly.

Instead, he grabbed her knotted hands and pulled her up, roaring, “You like what?”

“Your touch, master!”

“Good girl, now I want you to s*ck my d*ck!” he ordered, pushing her down again. Meanwhile, he bent down and caressed her back with his delicate fingers until she moaned in pleasure.

Lifting her chin, she adored the magic his moves were doing with her body. Uncertainly, she ran her tied fingers through his trousers before dropping it to his boots. Suddenly, his shaft sprung out of its prison and slid on her face, causing her salivary glands to work instantly.

“That was pretty good, *ssh*l*. You know what to do, don't you, little flower?” he praised, encouraging her to s*ck his shaft.

Grace loved oral s*x, from her teenager as she feared getting impregnated, until now, that she had matured into a talented sl*t.

She liked to feel his metallic–taste juices in her mouth, especially when she s*ck*d him to climax, and allowed him to ejaculate inside around her warm tongue.

As her vulnerability accelerated, Adrian did what he couldn't avoid while his d*ck pierced through her salivating mouth–tangling his firm fingers through her curled hair, and reminding her that he was still in power.

Her tongue rolling on his hard d*ck, she encircled his cap and taste the metallic juices escaping through his tiny pole. Meanwhile, he pushed it into the back of her throat before pulling it back, and maintaining the pace. With each thrust, he rolled his eyes and tightened his face.

“Come on, s*ck me harder! You know what you are doing, b*tch! Your mouths d*mn hot!” He groaned, suddenly accelerating his penetration pace.

Upon seeing him on edge of his climax, Grace tightened her tongue and caressed his balls with her knotted fingers. One hand pulling her head with force, the other one reached the tip of her n*ppl*s and rolled it between his fingertips, causing her to tingle with pleasure.

Grabbing her hair and it into a rope, Adrian forced his rock–shaft into her lips, while moaning. The pull was painful, however, his touch compliment the pain, immediately resolving it.

As he was about to spurt his juices inside her throat, Adrian shoved her away, leaving his longing d*ck nodding like a furious wolf.

“Stop! I'm not coming inside your mouth, while your p*ssy is begging to be f*ck*d!” He roared, promptly fastened his belt from her hands and smirked.

It wasn't long after her hands hang free before she slid her fingers between her wet c*nt and stroke her soaked lips.

It was a rare experience; however, her burning crotch couldn't wait any longer. Meanwhile, she threw herself on the couch and spread her legs like a talented hooker. Showing her heartless, horny master what she got between her legs, she rolled her eyes and punctured her c*nt with two of her middle fingers.

With that, Adrian pursued her like his only hope and whispered, “Don't you dare touch yourself while I'm around, okay?”

Without hesitation, he slapped her arse and spread its cheeks before diving his tongue inside her longing p*ssy.

His tongue pulling her fabric cl*t, she pulled his head and allowed his entire tongue to disappear inside her wetness.

“F*ck me, master!” She pleaded, suddenly his throbbing quickening. Despite the painful slap, Grace's face flashed with a wild smile, her round–t*ts dancing with each move.

Abruptly having another thought, Adrian ceased the sucking and settled at the far end of the couch, saying, “F*ck yourself, promiscuous girl, I want to see how you toy with yourself while I'm away. I'll rejoice in your show, huh?”

She was about to demur, but the thirstiness within her flamed and caused her to sneak one of her fingers down her p*ssy, while the other hand moulding and cupping her breasts.

Losing possession over an outburst bulging within her innermost veins, she focused her fondle on her clitoris, while her majesty watched each move with hankering to lick her.

It all began with a gentle foreplay, but ultimately grew out into a brisk, firm and determined stroking as her climax approached, curling her fingers.

In a striking tone, he suddenly roared, “Enough!”

Grace moaned, trying to avoid losing the sensation she had just created to herself. After all, he was the king of the game, and she had to obey.

Squealing, he fleetly knelt before her, “Get on your fours!”

Upon hearing that, her body shuddered as she instantly crouched on fours, his long rod touching her juicy lips.

Without hesitation, he placed the cap of his d*ck on them and squeezed it in, causing her stomach to tingle. That was the best feeling ever, and the more he explored her p*ssy, the more she moaned and pushed it in.

“How do you want it, honey–?” He asked, thrusting in–and–out of her juicy p*ssy.

“I want you deeper inside me!” She begged, swallowing the whole of his shaft. One hand working on his balls, the other grabbed the edge of her arse and spread it for deeper penetration.

“Like that, huh?” He asked, pushing the entire of his manhood with force and high–pace. The gentle tantalizing inside her tunnel–walls controlled her senses.

“Yes, daddy. More and more! F*ck me more!” She cried, Adrian keeping his motion under control, while trying to keep his breath flowing.

“Oh, more than that, right, sweetheart?” He added, gritting his teeth with his punch.

“Master–please–f*ck–me!” she cried, then he geared his thrusting, his fingers working on her n*ppl*s as her melons waved in the motion.

After a few more thrusting, she crooked her toes and grabbed the edge of the couch, hesitantly whirling her eyes and widespread the gap between her lips and teeth.

“Whatever you want, I'll give you, little b*tch!” he howled, gradually grabbed her pelvic bone and yanked it with might, a bash filling the room.

In a while, his rocking worked, multiplying the tempo, augmenting his thrusting, his sanity only engrossed with the coming rapture.

It came like a growl, causing her body to shudder, moaning filling the room, while his c*ck tightened around her p*ssy, before a chuffed sensation charged her innermost veins.

As he was about to add another compelling thrust, an explosion originated from her stomach muscles, moved down her tunnel until it shoved his d*ck out, squirting all over his abdomen.

“Sleazy, girl. Was squirting on me really mandatory?” He asked, a pleasurable grin crossing his lips. She was elated, and that caused her to plunge involuntarily to the couch, burying her head underneath her palms.

It was precisely a fantastic night, and they couldn't throw it away…

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