My master watched me without doing a thing.
A glance at his lower body showed how aroused he was, but he made no move to come close to me.
I increased the tempo of my thrusts as I felt myself nearer to the edge.
“Master!” I cried out as waves of pleasure overrode me.
I pinched my left nipple, and rubbed on my please bud, heightening my pleasure.
I collapsed on the bed with a groan.
My juice seeped out of my body, and onto the bed, making me feel dirty with how widespread I was.
Yet, I didn't feel embarrassed.
I took a wide, steady breath before I traced my fingers down my body.
With the same fingers I used to pleasure myself a few seconds ago, I opened my lips, in invitation.
“I'm ready for you, master,” I said, not feeling an atom of change at all.
I might have orgasmed not too long ago, but I still feel empty.
Without my master's prick, I don't think I will be satisfied.
Call me a whore if you wish, I don't think I care.
