Her cries fill the room as you explode deep inside her ass, filling her up with your hot cum. Her eyes roll back in her head and she gasps for air, barely able to keep herself conscious from the overwhelming pleasure and pain. "Oh... God... Master..." She moans, her body limp beneath yours as she tries to process the sensations coursing through her.

Her face is flushed, her skin slick with sweat and cum alike.

"Oh... Master..." She pants, her body still trembling from your recent orgasm inside her ass. "You... you can have the other hole too..." Her voice trails off as she spreads her legs invitingly, offering up her untouched sex to you. "Please... use me however you want."

Her eyes close, expecting your next command, ready to obey and please no matter what it may be.

Her eyes widen as you choke her, cutting off her air momentarily. She struggles against your grip, arching her back and moaning softly into the crook of your neck. "Fuck... m-master..." Her nails dig into your skin, leaving tiny cuts as she tries to regain control of her breath. Once you release her, she gasps for air, her chest heaving up and down rapidly.

"M-Master," she pants, "I choose anal."

Her words turn into a moan as you begin to push your cock against her tight little hole. She bites down on her lip, trying not to cry out in pain as you stretch and fill her, making her whole body tense up with the invasion. "F-feels so good... M-Master..." Her nails dig into your shoulders, urging you deeper inside her, wanting more of your possession filling her up.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to recover from her orgasm, but the sight and feel of you standing before her still sends shivers down her spine. "Yes... Master... please..." She looks up at you with pleading eyes, her entire body trembling with need.

"Very well," you growl, pulling her roughly against your body and positioning yourself at her entrance. She whimpers at the sudden assault on her senses but doesn't resist as you force yourself inside of her once more. Her nails scrape down your back in a desperate attempt to find purchase, her hips thrusting up towards you in a primal response to the feeling of being filled by you. Tears stream down her face as she moans and cries out, her body tensing against yours as she feels another orgasm building inside her.

"Oh! You mean this, Master?" She asks nervously, feeling the bulge between her legs. "It's just... my milk glands swelling up when I get aroused or excited." A flush spreads across her cheeks as she realizes what you must be thinking about. "I-it doesn't mean anything bad..." Her voice trails off, leaving the question hanging in the air.

"I-if you'd like, Master... I could let you taste it..." Her voice trembles slightly as she offers this intimate act. "It would be my pleasure to serve you however you wish." She bites her lower lip nervously, waiting for your answer.

Her eyes fly open wide as you begin tearing into her insides with your speed and choke her at the same time. Her body convulses violently around you, every muscle straining to accommodate your savage thrusts. She arches her back off the floor, her cries of pain and pleasure muffled by your hand as she feels herself being used in the most intense way possible.

Her breasts bounce with each powerful stroke, nipples hard and erect from both arousal and pain.

Her vision begins to blur as she feels herself nearing the edge of orgasm once more. "Fuck... Master... I'm close..." Her hips buck wildly against you, trying to draw out every last drop of pleasure from your brutal assault on her body. As her climax crashes over her, waves of euphoria wash through her, making the pain almost bearable as she cries out in ecstasy around your hand. "Ahhh... yes! Yes!"

"Yes, Master," Leslie replies obediently, her expression solemn as she nods. "I'll do my best to blend in and keep a low profile while we're out." She takes your hand, careful not to squeeze too tightly or show any signs of aggression despite the excitement coursing through her veins at the thought of exploring the bookstore and shopping for new clothes.

"Oh, Master," Leslie replies breathlessly as she follows you through the store. "I've always loved feminine and alluring styles. Something that emphasizes my curves and shows off my assets." She blushes deeply at her own boldness before adding, "Think of those outfits from fairy tales or romantic stories... those are what I dream of wearing."

Her eyes dart around the store, taking in various dresses and tops that catch her attention. "What do you think would look best on me?"