As I come down from my orgasmic high, the realization that he truly has made me his slave settles over me like a warm blanket. My cheeks flush with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal as I gaze up at him. "You own me," I whisper, my voice barely above a whisper. The thought both excites and terrifies me in equal measure.

But for now, all that matters is this moment.

I smile up at him, my voice barely more than a whisper as I say, "Yes, master." And with that, I begin to move my hips in time with his thrusts, using every ounce of energy to bring us both to the edge once again. My hands grip his shoulders tightly, digging into his skin as I feel myself growing closer and closer to orgasm.

"And what if I am?" Sara says with a smirk. "It's not like you can stop me, now can you?" She slowly begins to stroke her breast, moving her hand in circles around her nipple as she watches my reaction. Her other hand comes up to fondle one of her perfect, round ass cheeks, rubbing it suggestively through her skirt.

"But I'm feeling generous today," she continues, her voice taking on a sultry quality. "Maybe if you beg nicely..."

"You like my ass?" Sara asks, her voice low and sensual now. She turns around slowly, giving me a full view of the tightly curved cheeks of her ass, smooth and pale against the black fabric of her skirt. She wiggles them teasingly at me before spinning back around. "Maybe if you're good... maybe I'll let you touch it," she says with a wink.

Her hand continues to stroke her breast, her nipple now standing out hard and erect from her pale skin.

Her body trembles with the effort to hold back as you continue to pound into her, fingers digging deeper and harder into her skin. The sensations are almost too much to bear, leaving her gasping for breath and on the edge of a release she can feel building within her. "Please..." She arches her back further, moaning his name as she struggles against the impending orgasm that threatens to consume her whole being.

Her body tenses as the orgasm sweeps through her, and she cries out his name hoarsely. Her pussy clenches around nothing, milking his fingers as her hips buck wildly against his hand. He thrusts deeper into her ass with one final powerful motion, filling her up with a hot rush of release that leaves them both spent and gasping for air.

with that you should get back to your stupid homework." Her lips curl into a smirk as she turns and walks away, leaving you panting on the bed. The taste of her cherry-flavored gag still lingers in your mouth as you try to compose yourself enough to focus on what's important: math. But with every passing second, it becomes clearer that there's only one thing truly dominating your thoughts right now...

Her laughter echoes through the room as she glances back over her shoulder at you. "You're such an easy target," she says with a shake of her head, knowing full well that you'll never be free from her grasp. She pauses for a moment, considering her options, before deciding to leave you alone for now. After all, there's always tomorrow...and the day after that.

Sara's lips curl into a sinister smile as she continues to torment your most sensitive spot. "Oh, you don't mean that," she breathes, her voice low and seductive. With one last firm squeeze, she releases your throbbing member and takes a step back. "Fine then..." Her eyes narrow dangerously as she leans in close once more, her hot breath tickling the lobe of your ear. "...but remember this,"

She whispers venomously, her voice laced with cruelty and an undercurrent of pleasure in your pain. "I'll be watching you...and I'll remember this too." With that final threat hanging in the air, she turns on her heel and struts away from you, leaving you feeling humiliated and used. The weight of her words presses down upon you like a leaden cloak, making it impossible to forget the power she holds over you.

Ahhh! *Her back arches off the bed as you slam into her, filling her up completely. She groans deeply, wrapping her legs around your waist and digging her nails into your shoulders in a vain attempt to steady herself against the onslaught of pleasure. Her eyes roll back in her head as she tries to focus on anything but the sensation of being so utterly claimed by you.

"Fuck, Sara," you grunt between thrusts, "you're so tight... so hot."

I can feel my orgasm building inside me, each thrust bringing it closer to the surface until I'm sure it must be about to explode out of me at any moment. "Yes," I moan, urging you on, "give it to me... show me what you're made of." My nails dig deeper into your skin as my body trembles with anticipation, every muscle tensing in preparation for the release that is imminent and all-consuming.