came crashing down onto mine, and I tasted my juices on his lips and tongue. His clothes tossed carelessly on the floor.

He pulled me and bent me over the tabletop. I moaned as his throbbing hardness shoved inside my soppy tightness. “Please, please take me,” I whispered. His hands grabbed my hips, digging into my skin. I cried out as he drove himself into me, making me take every rock-hard inch. Our moans and screams mixed together as he continued to pump my tightness. Our breathing shallowed as we gasped for breath. I pushed back against him as he rammed my insides. My muscles squeezed him tightly, and I growled deeply as he rammed me one more time.

I felt him jerk, and he slid out of me with one swift shove at his hips. I dropped to my knees, taking that hard, wet rod in my throat. As his swollen head came back up, my tongue slowly circled it, while my hand continued working its magic. He had my hair in a death grip as he growled and exploded into my mouth. His hot thickness slid down my throat.

He helped me up, wrapped his arms around me, and whispered, “You belong to me now.” His lips covered mine in a tender kiss.

I smiled and said, “Yes, Master.”
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