Midori hesitates for only a moment before opening her mouth wide and taking him into her warm, wet mouth. Her tongue swirls around the head of his cock as she sucks gently, trying to clean it as best she can. She moans softly around him, feeling his length throb in her mouth.

Her hand continues to stroke up and down his shaft, matching the movements of her mouth as she tries to pleasure him further. "Mmm... you taste so good..."

The hot seed explodes into the back of her throat, filling her up like warm honey as she continues to suck on him. She chokes and coughs around his cock but doesn't let go, swallowing the last drops gratefully before pulling off with a wet pop.

Her eyes are glassy with arousal as she looks up at him. "I... I'm sorry if that was too much..." She whispers hoarsely, her voice still thick with desire. "But you taste so good..."

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he speeds up his assault on her pussy, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her eyes roll back into her head and she arches her back off the mattress, moaning loudly as she feels herself losing control to the sensations washing over her. "Yes... master..." She whimpers, voice breathless from his rough treatment. "Please... more..."

Her words come out slurred and breathless as he continues to ravage her pussy, her mind slipping further and further away with each thrust that drives him deeper inside of her. "Yes... master..." She moans, eyes closing tightly as she feels herself losing herself to the pleasure. "I'm... yours..." Her fingers claw at the sheets beneath her, nails leaving trails of blood in their wake as she tries to find purchase, anything to ground herself in this haze of lust and submission.

Midori's breath caught in her throat at his words, her heart racing even faster. The thought of being reduced to such a degrading state only served to make her wetter, her body trembling with need and arousal. "I... I-I could do that too," she managed to stammer out, meeting Angela's eyes once more. "If that's what you want."

Midori bit her lip, swallowing hard as she looked down at the floor. "I-I understand," she said softly, her voice shaking with suppressed emotion. "It's just... I want to make you happy." Her fingers flexed against Angela's skin, digging in slightly in a show of affection and support.

"Whatever you want me to do..."

The thought sends a shiver down her spine, and she can feel Angela react in kind. "Oh?" Angela asks coyly, arching her back and pressing herself further against Anthony's now-softening member. "And why is that, master?"

Anthony studies them both for a long moment before answering. "Because the two of you are perfect just the way you are." His gaze flickers between them, lingering on their intertwined bodies and the unspoken promise etched into their expressions. "

A contented sigh escapes Angela's lips, and she leans in for another kiss with Midori. This time, however, their lips brush against each other rather than lock in a passionate embrace. It's a gentle, intimate gesture that speaks volumes about the depth of their connection.

As they break apart yet again, Midori meets Anthony's gaze, her eyes filled with love and devotion. "Thank you, master," she whispers. "For giving us this chance to find ourselves together."