I buried that cock in her cunt right up to the hilt and I thought she must have a deep cunt to handle all that cock. I was giving it to her in long, s...ow, powerful thrusts, ramming it all the way in and with each thrust she gave out a squeal.It was like:Ugh!WeeeeUgh!WeeeeUgh!WeeeeThen:Ugh!Oooh.Ugh!OoohUgh!OoohThen:Ugh!Oh!Ugh!Oh!Ugh!Oh!Then:Ugh!Ow!Ugh!Ow!Ugh!Ow!Then:Ugh!Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!!!!!!!!!I just kept going. I kept fucking her until finally she said."No. No more. I can't take any. For a short interlude,You're free to play.Let's see what you can do?My ears hear myself say.Oil kisses each pore of my skin,As your fingers are about to begin.A glance is all that you need,To know where to start and how to proceed.Finger my neck, tune each tiny muscle,As I lay face down, giving you instruction.Over each shoulder, kneading with ease,Reaching midline going south to my crease.You know what I want,Yet you're uncertain.Will it incur my wrath?Or a certain salvation?You may be large. With a signal that was not visible to Raja I motioned Ajay to dismount. Raja was barely aware of the fact that Ajay had withdrawn his cock and left the inviting hole fully expanded and open, still pulsing from the occupation and thrust of the rigid rod. I was kneeling between his legs in the place still indented from Ajay’s occupation and had placed my cock in the open ass hole and plunged it’s full length into Raja before he ever knew or realised what was happening. My weight pressed his body. He stands over me, looking down. His eyes tell a story, questioning. "Are you my slut, Mistress?" I do not answer. I can not. Am I his slut. He grabs my face squeezing my jaw tightly and says again, with more authority. "You are my slut mistress." No question. At this moment, he owns me. I do not fully embrace my role but I am smothered by the pleasure of being controlled. His finger nails dig into my skin holding my face so tightly. His reddened cock is fiercely hard. His fist slowly stroking.