"Does that feel good, Master?" she asked.
"Fuck. Yes, but let's put on a better show," he said.
"Fuck. Yes, but let's put on a better show," he said.
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Then he pulled out until he was all the way out, a string of saliva between her tongue and his swollen purple head, and then thrust back in.
The only sounds in the room were those of her gagging on his thick shaft, and of his low moans and quiet encouragement.
She pulled her head back and gasped for air, then spit onto his swollen dick; thick, viscous saliva from the back of her throat now dripped lewdly from his erection.
He growled, and she smiled. She loved teasing him, getting him riled up until he could barely think straight. Loved bringing the animal out.