The truth is that now, as I think more deeply about it, it’s not even close to what I really need. If I have to fuck you raw all night long to teach you that lesson, believe me, I will. She swallowed what she could, but more came spurting out onto her forehead, lips, and chin as Master Kray stepped back, gripping his hardness in one hand as he continued to paint her supple cones with his warm jism. Kylee tromped upstairs to the shower, stripping hurriedly and turning on the hot, sluicing water, jumping in eagerly to feel its cleansing touch. His gun pressed into her cheek, and she closed her eyes. She licked her lips and looked down at it, her libido firing on all cylinders, her nipples hardened to painful, ecstatic points. She would take the pleasure he gave her, just accept it, surrender to it. He brought his face close to hers, their lips only an inch or two apart. “Ah, back to the predictable,” the man said, his voice sounding disappointed.
