“Please?” he said. “Please what Brie? What does my little slut need?” My cheeks blushing, and my body on fire, I gasped, “I need to cum... p...ease.” “Who needs to cum?” “Your little slut needs to cum, Sir. Please, Sir, please.” “That’s my good girl, my good little slut. But no... not quite yet. I want my mouth on your juicy cunt when it erupts this time. I want my face covered in your hot sticky juices. Do you want that little slut?” “Oh God yes! That would be amazing... but, please Sir, will. She shook her head. The flash of uncertainty in her eyes told him what he knew already. She had lied.“I want you to be comfortable. Are you comfortable on your knees?” he asked. Becca had begun to rub on her breasts, attracting a flicker of the girls eyes. The master noticed.“Does my slave interest you, girl?” He asked, his voice becoming cold.The girl lowered her eyes back down again, and shook her head. The Master leaned back, stroking the head of his pet besides him. She was young, her skin. She loved it.He began fucking her with passion, gripping tightly into her hips as he claimed her. Her heavy tits began swaying in the most erotic fashion. They bounced back and forth responding to this thrusts, the slapping noise and sexes meeting once again filled the air. Her moans and compliments weren't far behind."Oh goddd. It's so good." She looked back at him, "You fuck me so good Mark."He smacked her ass. "I know it baby."That's when she looked in my direction, locking into my eyes. I. Her tongue flicked out and met mine. Her pussy clamped on my fingers when the thunder roared nearby. She wanted it, needed it as much as I did. She shivered and sobbed.“Relax; you’re safe here. I’ll protect you.” My upright cock was now trapped between us and was rubbing against her soft belly, probing and seeping, seeking a home, needing friction, thick gristle with a helmet-shaped head and oozing pre-ejaculate. She leaned back and it stroked her slot and rubbed her clit. She gasped and clawed.