I was overwhelmed by the sensations and trying to hold back from cumming too soon. She became even more aggressive and I knew it was hopeless to try ...nd delay. I blurted out “I am going to cum!” and she kept right on bobbing up and down as I spurted into her mouth.After I was done she slowed and then slipped her mouth off my dick. She turned to the side and spat my cum onto the ground. Then she took a sip from her beer, swished it around her mouth and swallowed. Moving up she snuggled. Oh, who are you kidding! You know you have to read it now!I steal a nervous glance at the closed door. Sure it locks, but I can’t risk it. So I’m reading, eyes tracking sentences like lighthouse beacons, heart banging like a loose shutter in hurricane season, and already the locks on the Panama Canal are failing. All the familiar tingles and throbs are at high frequency and multiplied exponentially by the forceful, dare I say, borderline aggressive, vibe radiating from the narrator. Who is this. He glanced to Nova. Nova gave him a subtle nod.Ember stood, slowly, grunting with the effort. “Come on,” he said. “I want to show you something, Razor.”He put his hand on her shoulder and turned her around – to face the shore. Past the wrecks and the rocks, there was the sleet gray sea, roiling and crashing. Razor looked at the horizon, brushing some of her hair back and away from her eyes. There, where the horizon met the sea, a rippling began to spread across the clouds, pulling back and. A woman of means and leisure such as our mistress must impress. It is expected of her. Society demands her to be fashionable, refined, beautiful and to entertain with a level of opulence that befits her class; the slave-owning class. ********************************I apply another touch of red to Ara’s cheek and gently rub it in,“How do I look?” she asks softly.“Like a three obol whore.”“You mean…. just like you.”We both struggle to suppress our laughter as.