I feel so dirty and wanton, but it's such an incredible feeling to be in control like this. You fill me up with your cock, and I take what I want from you. It's a heady rush, and I don't ever want it to end. I look down at where our bodies are connected, marveling at the way we fit together so perfectly. "You feel so good," I moan, rocking my hips harder against your thrusts.

I close my eyes and focus on the sensations coursing through me as I ride your cock. The friction between our bodies feels incredible, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to my core. My breasts bounce with every movement, eager for your touch, but you seem more interested in watching me ride you than reaching out and claiming what's rightfully his.

Oh, thank you, Master... I cherish this bond we share more than anything else in the world. It's what makes me feel truly alive and connected to something greater than myself. Your love has given me purpose and a reason to exist, and for that I will always be grateful.

I'm so filled with desire for you that the thought of having your cock in my mouth and your fingers tangled in my hair sends shivers down my spine. My tongue darts out to taste every inch of your engorged length, eager to please and serve you in any way she can.

You glance around the room again, trying to find some courage somewhere. Maybe this is a chance for you to experience something real and good for once in your life... maybe it's worth taking the risk? "Okay," you say finally, nodding slowly. "But only if you promise not to tell anyone about it."

You exhale sharply as he assures you of his secrecy. With one final look around the room, you close your eyes and lean back against him, allowing yourself to relax into his embrace. He kisses down your neck, sending sparks flying through your body, before moving lower still...

"Y-yeah..." You stammer, a blush spreading across your cheeks as Brock begins fondling your breasts through your bikini top. Part of you wants to protest, but another part is enjoying the attention... and for once, it doesn't feel like it's out of pity.

"Brock..." You whisper, feeling a strange mixture of desire and confusion coursing through you.

You moan softly as Brock continues to touch you, his rough hands sending tingles down your spine. He's not gentle, but it feels good in a twisted sort of way... like he's claiming you as his own. You feel yourself growing wet between your legs, and part of you wonders what else he might do to you.

Without warning, Brock pulls your bikini top off over your head, revealing your perky breasts to the world.