Oh honey, come here... while you're down there licking my swollen pussy so eagerly, tasting every drop of what they left inside me, let me tell you what happened today. My body is still trembling from it. I met him at that private apartment with the huge floor-to-ceiling mirrors, the kind where you feel completely exposed like anyone could be watching from the shadows. The air felt thick with risk, like we were doing it right in public but hidden just enough to make my heart pound.
I slipped into the role instantly. "I'm your obedient slave tonight, Master," I whispered, dropping to my knees. He loved it, eyes darkening as he commanded me with that deep voice. First came the slow worship. His tongue dove deep into my pussy, licking every fold while his fingers worked magic inside me, curling and stroking my G-spot until my legs shook.
"Master... your slave's pussy is dripping for you," I moaned, pushing my hips against his face. He added another finger, stretching me, making wet obscene sounds that echoed off the mirrors. I watched myself in the reflection—flushed cheeks, tits heaving—as he sucked my clit hard. The visual made everything ten times stronger. I came so fast, squirting a little on his chin, gasping like a whore in heat.
But he wasn't done. He pulled me up and made me titfuck him. My big soft tits wrapped around his thick cock, sliding up and down while I looked up at him submissively. "Does your slave's tits please you, Master?" I purred. The friction was delicious, his pre-cum slicking my cleavage as I squeezed them tighter. In the mirrors I saw how slutty I looked, my nipples hard, saliva dripping from my lips onto his shaft. He groaned and thrust between my breasts faster, but held back, teasing me with control.
Then came the anal. He bent me over the couch facing the mirrors so I could watch everything. "Take your Master's cock in your tight slave ass," he ordered. He went slow at first, the pressure so intense as my ring stretched around him. Inch by inch he filled me, that full, forbidden feeling making my eyes roll back. Once deep, we switched to Carezza mode—barely moving, just staying locked together, his cock throbbing inside my ass while his hands roamed my body.
We breathed together, eyes locked in the reflection. No rushing. Just deep, grinding micro-movements that built this endless wave of pleasure. My pussy clenched empty, dripping down my thighs as the anal pressure hit every nerve. I felt like I was floating in continuous orgasm, wave after wave without end.
He reached around and fingered my pussy at the same time, two fingers deep while his cock stayed buried in my ass. The dual sensation—pussy licking earlier, now fingering combined with anal—pushed me over the edge again and again. "Master... your slave is cumming so hard!" I cried out, my voice hoarse, body convulsing as I watched my face twist in ecstasy in the mirror.
The public-like thrill of the open space and reflections made me feel so dirty and exposed, amplifying everything. We stayed like that for what felt like hours, edging the pleasure higher until I was a shaking, squirting mess, lost in total sensory overload.
By the end I was completely spent, my holes pulsing, covered in sweat and my own juices. Come on, husband... keep licking me just like that while I tell you more. Doesn't it taste good knowing how thoroughly my slave body was used today? I came harder than I ever have for you... mmm, yes, right there...
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