She was soon moaning from her own stroking. She came. Opening her mouth on a pleasured moan.
That was the finishing moment for me. Her complete surrender of her throat so I could spill my seed deep into her.
She glared at me. And I knew she'd spit it out so I only withdrew to rest the head of my cock on her tongue until she swallowed.
"Good, little wretch." I stroked her cheek. "Ready for more?"
She shook her head adamantly. "Please, My Magus. I'm already sore."
"Good!" I smiled pleased. "I want you too sore to walk."
I lifted her up and walked her over to the table. Kicking my pants aside as we reached the table, I tossed her facedown over it.
Like she'd teased me days ago.
I laid along her back. "Feel familiar?"
Vielen Dank für das Lesen!
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