My master watched me without doing a thing.A glance at his lower body showed how aroused he was, but he made no move to come close to me. I increased the tempo of my thrusts as I felt myself nearer to the edge. “Master!” I cried out as waves of pleasure overrode me. I pinched my left nipple, and rubbed on my please bud, heightening my pleasure. I collapsed on the bed with a groan.My juice seeped out of my body, and onto the bed, making me feel dirty with how widespread I was. Yet, I didn't feel embarrassed. I took a wide, steady breath before I traced my fingers down my body. With the same fingers I used to pleasure myself a few seconds ago, I opened my lips, in invitation. “I'm ready for you, master,” I said, not feeling an atom of change at all.I might have orgasmed not too long ago, but I still feel empty. Without my master's prick, I don't think I will be satisfied.Call me a whore if you wish, I don't think I care. I felt my master's hand on my knees before they adva
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