She didn’t answer.“Do you want me to fuck you?”She bit her lip again, her only sound a low involuntary moan.Something about her silence was thro...ing me off. Last night she was practical, straightforward, looking for a physical release from her mental trauma, just like me. Tonight she was almost shy, reserved, but despite her silence she had come back to the bed where we had fucked, had pressed herself into me.An idea started to form. Last night was purely physical, urgently needed release. Reaching her head forward, I watched frozen as her little pink tongue poked out of her mouth and flicked delicately at my glistening head. I could not help but groan as her hot wet tongue gently grazed up and down the underside of my prick, collecting sticky pre-cum with each upward movement before running it back around the knob. Indeed I was in heaven as, shuffling forward a little more, I watched in awe as her head moved down over it, her mouth opened and, before I knew what was happening,. She was chubby and I find chubby cute. I picked her up and that is when it occurred to me that I didn’t know where the bedroom was. We laughed about it and she directed me towards the bedroom.As we entered the room, I placed her on the bed and laid down beside her. It was one more round for the shower of kisses and as it went, I went towards her neck and gave a peck. She twisted her body and the expression of her face was worth watching. She started caressing me and pulling my hair. I striped. ?" She replied."Yes. Of course."Can, we start now? I'm getting really horny, Master."That really made aroused me. Calling me, her boyfriend, 'Master'. I already knew this was going to be a very memorable night."Go up stairs in nothing but your underwear and get on your knees with your hands behind your back and we can." She replied "Yes Master." And then I swear she sprinted up there.I wait a few minutes for Hanna to get ready. Then I walk upstairs to our room and there she is as I told her. On.