Derick held the obedient beauty in his arms, who seemed as docile as a little kitten, with a hint of pride, as it seemed she had completely surrendered to his large manhood.
Lisa whispered a few words in Derick's ear and then left. Although she also desired the master's affection, the clever girl knew that now was not the time.
"Alright, everyone's gone. Stop pretending to sleep," Derick patted the rounded buttocks of the beautiful wife, waking up the feigning Camilla.
The still unhealed red and swollen wounds on her buttocks made the beautiful wife feel some pain. She gently contracted her lower body and slowly opened her eyes. Looking at the man's burning gaze, Camilla somewhat helplessly avoided his eyes.
"Don't just stand there. Serve the master's penis," Derick ordered without hesitation.
