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The machine continues to work its magic, my breasts swelling to their fullest potential. My Master watches intently, his gaze reflecting his satisfaction with my response. “You want me that badly, toy?” he asks, his voice low and seductive. He chuckles darkly and pushes himself further inside me, stretching me open with his thick girth. It’s then that I notice for the first time ever, the TV is off. I’d know those lips anywhere… “It took a bit longer than I expected,” he murmurs, his voice tinged with a hint of amusement. He moves his hips forward, pressing his rigid member against my lower stomach. Just once a day at first, but soon it had to be at least twice a day to keep up with the rate my body was producing. Master notices my reaction and smirks, his fingers tracing the droplet as it falls. The master’s fingers move to my clit, teasing the sensitive nub as he watches my response. I can feel his gaze raking over my body, taking in every inch of my exposed skin.