New experiances with Master
I lay there between your legs. A shakeing pile of nerves. I can still taste you coating my throat. That sweet saltiness with a hint of metal. Like sucking a penny coated in butterscotch. It’s only you. You’ve turned down the egg to the lowest setting. My nerves are still so raw though that even that makes me shake violently. Turning the egg off you lay my head on the couch and get up to leave the room. The cool fabric of the couch feels great on my heat soaked skin and I lay there not moving and awaiting your return. You’ve gone to the bathroom to get a towle. Makeing your way back to the livingroom, you help me up on the couch, my knees weak from the pleasure. “Master” I moan as you …