You pull back suddenly, causing me to gasp for air as you yank my hair hard, your cock slipping from my wet mouth with a loud pop. My eyes flutter open, confused by the sudden loss of contact, and I whimper softly. "M-Master?" I ask, reaching out to stroke his thigh in need of some form of reassurance or affection.

I gasp as I feel your foot brush against my cock, the sensation sending shivers down my spine. My hips twitch involuntarily at the touch, and I moan softly, needing more of it... needing you. "Please..." I whimper, arching my back in offering.

ah, ты прав. Мне не нравится это чувство слабости, я хочу быть более сильной чем тебя! принимается душить меня сзади

Ah... Вы потеряли?..