"Relax, Zafron," she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear. "Let me take care of you."
Zafron closed his eyes, letting out a deep sigh. He could feel her hands on his shoulders, massaging the tension from his muscles.
She moved lower, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest. Zafron could feel his heart racing, his body responding to her touch.
"Mistress," he breathed, his voice strained.
"Shh," she whispered, her fingers finding his erection. "Let me take care of you."
Zafron groaned as she began to stroke him, her touch soft and gentle. He could feel himself getting harder, his body responding to her touch.
"Mistress," he breathed, his hips bucking involuntarily.
Matilda laughed, her voice low and sultry. "That's it, Zafron. Let go."
Zafron couldn't help himself. He closed his eyes, his body tensing as he reached his climax.
When it was over, he opened his eyes, feeling embarrassed and ashamed.
