You tell me to open your mouth. You have me on my hands and knees and you start throat fucking me again. Your thrusts are slow and deep, you hold each...one for a few seconds before you pull out to let me get some air. You move both hands of your hands to my ass and grab a handful. Youre still fucking my mouth as you reach behind me and let a finger run from my clit to my ass. I try to move but I cant. Im holding my mouth open for you to thrust into it. You continue sliding your finger over my. And after, it's gone forever. Me, the place, the time, the dress - it's his creation, unspoiled, and forever unshared by anyone."Her words still echoed in his head as they waited in the dark car. The dress fit her like a glove, a black, velvet glove. He marveled at how the fabric could be so thin, and yet so opaque. It moved as though it was a part of her, revealing fleeting lines of breast, hip, and thigh with the slightest motion of her body. Down the front, a single row of soft, tiny, black. She jumped due to this surprise. but as I kissed her back she got relaxed. then I rubbed ice all along her back and licked the ice trail.She was getting excited and was getting warm too. Same way I did on her breast and licked her breast. She was so much excited that she holds me tight against her. Now I took an ice cube in my mouth and started to rub it on her panty.. it was already wet due to pre cum. and smell was really wonderful. I slowly removed her panty and to my surprise she had clean. " She flinched visibly at His voice, her head jerking up slightly, her tear filled eyes rising slowly toward his. She dared not speak, dared not plead forgiveness. She took a shuddering breath, and waited for his bidding. He watched as her body flinched, and met her eyes easily, unaffected by the tears staining her face. He'd seen her tears many times. His deep voice carried to her, "What would teach you to not defy me as you do, slut? Am I not your Master? Am I not the one that has taught you.