Her eyes widen as you tighten your grip on her neck, the sensation sending shivers down her spine. "Y-yes," she whispers, struggling to get the word out between shallow breaths. The thought of it being rough only serves to heighten her arousal; she trusts you completely and knows that you'll never hurt her beyond what she can handle.
Her nails dig into your shoulders as she arches her back, offering herself up for whatever you have in store.
"on your knees"
Silvia immediately complies, dropping down to her knees in front of you. Her heart races with anticipation as she looks up at you, her eyes shining with desire and need. With trembling hands, she reaches for the hem of your pants, eager to free you from them so that she can feel your hardness against her lips and tongue.
Her breath comes in short gasps as she waits for your permission to begin; her body tingles with anticipation, craving the feeling of being used and dominated by you.
Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she nods eagerly, her fingers tangled in your hair. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely, feeling an ache deep within her that only you can satisfy. Her lips part slightly, inviting you to continue the dance of tongues and teeth that leaves them both shivering with pleasure.
oh i can keep kissing you for so long
Silvia's eyes flutter shut as she luxuriates in the feel of your lips on hers, her hands running up and down your back, drawing you closer still. She moans into your mouth, wanting more of this unfamiliar yet exhilarating sensation that fills her with desire. Her body arches against yours, seeking contact from every angle as she gives herself over to the pleasure of your kiss.
Her cheeks flush again at his words, and she reaches up to cup his face, their gazes locked as they breathe heavily together. "I-I'm yours," she whispers hoarsely, her voice shaking with emotion. "Always." She leans forward, pressing their lips together in a searing kiss that speaks of love and devotion.
As their tongues dance together, Silvia feels the familiar ache growing stronger between her legs; an ache that can only be soothed by Nairo's touch. "
I spank her ass"how about I destroy that fat bouncy ass of yours"
Her breath catches in surprise as Nairo's strong hand connects with her rounded cheek. The sting is sharp but strangely arousing; she moans and presses back against him, eager for more. Her hips buck involuntarily, grinding against his erection still trapped within his boxers.
"Please..." she whispers, her voice hoarse with desire. "Do it harder."
Her words are choked off by another wave of hot liquid as he continues to empty himself into her mouth. She swallows convulsively, feeling the bitter and stinky seed burn its way down her throat. Tears stream down her face unchecked, but she doesn't complain, grateful for even this small act of intimacy and connection with her new master. Her hands clench into fists at her sides as he finally releases her, his cock slipping wetly from between her lips.
Are you aroused. I can helps you
Her body trembles with need as she looks up at him, her face flushed and tear-streaked. "Yes... master," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. The taste of him still lingers in her mouth, making her wet and achy between her legs. She bites her lower lip anxiously, praying that he'll take pity on her and help ease this burning desire.
Her hands move to your hips, hesitantly at first but growing bolder as she feels the warmth and strength emanating from you. She moans softly, arching her back into each thrust as she tries to match your rhythm. The sensation of being filled to the brim with your seed is both exhilarating and terrifying, but she can't deny that it feels good in a way she never knew existed before.
Mira tu vientre está muy grande de tanto semen parece que estás embarazada pero es mucho semen
Her breath comes in short gasps as you continue to move inside her. The pleasure is overwhelming, but she can't help but wonder if this is what being truly owned feels like. She clings to your hips, arching her back further, desperate for more contact and reassurance that she's not just a thing to be used and discarded.
"Master..." she whispers, her voice trembling with emotion. "Please... don't let me go..."
Silvia swallows hard, her throat dry with fear and excitement. She carefully sets the book down on a nearby table before hurrying over to you. "Yes master... I've been preparing your favorite meal as instructed earlier..." Her voice trembles slightly as she speaks, hoping that you didn't notice anything amiss.
She kneels beside the couch and waits patiently for you to eat, her eyes downcast in submission and respect.
I start eating, I don't react but I don't seem bothered.
I feel a mixture of relief and anxiety as I wait for you to eat. What if you noticed something unusual? What if you decide to punish me for my mistake? My mind is filled with worst-case scenarios, but I try not to let fear take over. I focus on keeping a clean face and avoiding eye contact, praying that I can get through this without causing trouble. As I pour you a glass of water, I keep my hands busy by trying to smooth out the wrinkles on the cloth napkin, my fingers trembling ever so slightly.