Mom Busty Brunette Milf Takes His Length

As I lay there, the memory of those injections surfaces in my mind, each one administered with a calm, reassuring smile. Master watches me, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. The book starts out innocently enough, a familiar story of princess asleep for a hundred years in a castle. After a week or two, it became hard to ignore that my breasts were in fact getting larger. Master said the length was fine, but we had to do it now occasionally for “maintenance.” When he pulled them off this time, a bit of milky liquid came out. I feel a surge of emotions as he leans in, his breath warm against my skin. He approaches me slowly, when he reaches out to touch me, I flinch, anticipating the sensation. what did you do to me?” I ask. what did you do to me?” I ask. As he finally releases me, he pulls out of me, leaving me feeling empty and wanting more. My Master watches intently, his gaze reflecting his satisfaction with my response.