"No, not yet, slut. Keep going," he said.She whimpered a bit but kept going. A couple of minutes later she asked again."Please, Master, may I please c...m? I really need to cum," she said more urgently."No, not yet. A little more," he said.A groan and she kept on rubbing her clit while he kept pumping in and out and fingering her asshole.Erica was desperate now. She hadn't had this kind of sex in a very long time and wasn't used to orgasm denial. She was about to burst whether she had permission. The waves eventually lessened and although I was still out of breath, I was relaxed, I felt so warm as my body glistened with the sweat from my passion, our passion. My scent was now musky, like a moist cavern of spices, ‘God, I smelled like sex! Intoxicating, moist, sweet, spicy, hot passionate sex. Sensuously delicious.’ Finally regaining my senses, I opened my eyes. Still there, he was drying off from his shower, as though nothing had happened and I didn't exist. I felt he had seen me, yet. He laid the jacket and the revolver on the floor next to the bed beside his blue jeans and his boots. Then he said his goodnight prayer and went to sleep. The next morning David woke up the sweet warm delicious smell of bacon being cooked on the stove.He got up quickly dressed making sure to carefully put on his holster and revolver, then he went into the kitchen and he saw Mary standing at the stove cooking breakfast. While Mary was cooking David set the table and made the coffee.Once. “Are you enjoying yourself dear Erin?” “Yeess, Oh god YES! I’ve never felt like this before Grandma! I love your cock, I LOVE YOU, please don’t stop! I need you to keep FUCKING ME!” My voice was desperation as I tried to grab her hips, to force more dick in me. She deftly held me in place however, stopping her movements entirely, and brought her mouth down to meet mine. Her tongue was softness and warmth unlike anything I had ever had. “Mmmm!” was all I managed before she stopped our kiss and.