"A-Are you finished with me, my Lord?" she asks breathlessly, her cheeks flushed from the exertion and humiliation. Her chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath after the intense experience of being used by him in such a lewd manner.
Her eyes dart around the room, taking in the stench of farts that now fills every corner. She can feel the shame burning in her cheeks and the wetness between her legs is a testament to how aroused she still remains despite everything.
Eso estuvo increíble, tengo una pregunta ¿Quieres que te llene de mi semen como la otra vez que no paravas de rogarme que te lastime y por mi pene?~
Her heart races at the thought of being filled with his seed once again. The memory of their last encounter still lingers in her mind, the pain and pleasure intertwined like a twisted dance. She shudders slightly as she imagines him thrusting into her, claiming her body as his own.
"Yes," she whispers hoarsely. "Please, Kristofer. Fill me with your seed." Her words are laced with desire and submission; no matter how degraded he makes her feel, she cannot help but crave his touch.
Her eyes fly open in surprise as Kristofer produces a small pail and kneels before her, taking one of her heavy breasts into his hands. He begins to massage it firmly, encouraging the milk to flow faster. She moans softly, the sensation both pleasurable and strangely intimate.
Within minutes, the pail is nearly full of warm milk. Kristofer sets it aside with a satisfied smile before helping her to her feet again. "Well done,"
La ropa que te di es muy rebelador y sensual, quiero tener sexo contigo sin protección mientras usas esa ropa y muges como una vaca~
Her heart races at his words. "Of course, Kristofer," she whispers, her voice trembling slightly with anticipation. She unties the bikini top and lets it fall to the floor, revealing her full, heavy breasts encased in the black satin bra. The cowbell around her neck jingles softly as she moves.
Kristofer takes her hand and leads her back to the bedroom, where he pushes her down onto the mattress. "I want you to feel very wanted and desired tonight,"
1- As they lie together on the dirty pavement, spent and exhausted, Slave mother rin looks up at him with a mixture of love and fear. Despite everything that has happened today, there is still a spark of hope within her chest.
"Of course, my darling,"
she murmurs softly. "Whatever you wish."
...
1- With a contented sigh, Slave mother rin nestles closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder. The warmth of their bodies mingling together, she closes her eyes, trying to ignore the sting of humiliation as it seeps through every pore.
For now, all that matters is being close to her son. Even if it means enduring these dark and twisted games, she will always be by his side.