She opened her mouth to respond, but no words came out. “Your pussy’s mine now,” Derek growled, spurt after spurt of his cum flooding her, sticky and warm, the sound of her needy, desperate moans filling the kitchen. XXX More. For a moment, they stayed like that, trembling and gasping, the weight of what they’d done washing over them. His lips curled into a smile, but there was a seriousness in his eyes that made her heart skip a beat. Again she was about to speak up when he spoke first. Shock. She closed her eyes, feigning sleep, her body tense with anticipation. When they pulled apart, both breathless, Derek growled, “Get back on the table.”
“Yes, Master,” Claire replied, her grin laced with mischief and desire as she lay on the cool surface, spreading herself eagerly for him.
