Feeling your teeth dig into me again, I can’t help but feel that pleasure-pain feeling. That wonderful glow through me. Pulling me off the bed roughly, you make me kneel in front of you. I always enjoy stripping you of your clothes (which you only have boxers and a T-shirt on) but you don’t let me. You do it slowly in front of me, your T-shirt first thrown across the room. Then achingly slowly, your boxers, my eyes glued to what will pop out. I watch as it pops out, standing proud, sticking out at me. I look up at my Master and my eyes are begging him for me to touch it. “Want it don’t you, kitten? But you were late!” Is all Master says, stepping out of his boxers. I’m drooling over my gag and find myself humping thin air. Master uses his strength by grabbing me and throwing me on the bed again. Pulling my hips so my bum is sticking up and out. Then a glorious feeling fills my body and I cum. I didn’t know it would happen but the orgasm ripped through my body. It was Master thrusting. Without warning he spun me around, grabbing my arms and pinning them in front of me, our bodies still grinding into one another and his other hand grazing my hip. My arousal was growing and I craved him. I wanted more. More of his touch. My primal instincts took over and I slid down his body, grinding down and working my way back up, finally pushing my ass into his growing erection. I was going mad with pure desire and worked him like a stripper pole-pushing my ass into his pelvis in a form of pure lust. I couldn’t take it anymore. I spun around and looked into those clear blue eyes. His expression told me he knew what was coming next. My lips rushed to his and could not be torn away. He returned the kiss roughly and I proceeded to tug on his lower lip, driving him mad. His hand pushed my lower back into his body, not an inch of space between us. The large bulge of his cock pushed against my pelvis starting to make me wet. “Let’s go somewhere private,” I stuttered between gasps..
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