“Four. Indian Sex The Master took hold of his cock, slapped it against his slave’s cheeks then wiped it across his lips. Thank you, Master. “Eight. “Lick it,” commanded the Master. “You need to use some lubrication, slave. But the slave’s hand was becoming dry, and his strokes were starting to cause some discomfort to the Master. Bend over, part your legs and prepare to start counting.”
The slave bent over, his cock still stiff, his balls tight and clearly visible between his open legs. Thank you, Master. Thank you, Master. “This is just not working, Alice. May I have another, please.”
Thwack! “Six. May I have another, please.”
Thwack! The would-be submissive knocked on the door, his heart beating with a mixture of anticipation and dread. I will want to see it there before you swallow it.”
The slave took hold of his Master’s limp cock, still sticky from cumming and from the slave’s saliva. I will want to see it there before you swallow it.”
The slave took hold of his Master’s limp cock, still sticky from cumming and from the slave’s saliva.
