As soon as I finished with Tia, Latifa wasted no time. She jumped onto my back, clinging to me like a desperate dog in heat, her arms wrapped tightly around my chest, legs hooked around my waist. Her tail swished frantically, brushing against me in a rhythm that matched her panting breaths.
"Me next, Master! Me next! Please, please!" she begged, her voice high-pitched with excitement. The way her body pressed into mine, soft and trembling, made her intentions obvious. This needy dog girl was practically vibrating with anticipation. I had no choice but to indulge her now.
"Alright, Latifa," I said with a smirk. "Place your hands on the makeup table and stick that ass out for me."
"Yes, Master!" she replied eagerly, her eyes lighting up with excitement.
