She pulls a damp lock of hair from her face as she continues pumping him, drawing out his climax for a blissful eternity before she dismounts and collapses into his arms. “Yes,” she whimpers, “take me.”
He smiles back down at her mischeviously. The things that must be going through her head…”
“Mm-hmm. “I hope you saved some for me” the Mistress says as she turns to face her Master, lacy nightgown swirling and settling over her curves for barely an instant before he pounces, tackling her to the bed with a deep, passionate kiss. Her sensual curves bear a beautiful network of red, pink and purple lines where he’s marked her, just as his body now bears her own mark. He wraps his free hand tight around her waist, a little squeak of confusion and pleasure escaping her list as he pinches her nipples again, slowly building her pleasure like an artist composing his masterpiece.
