Roughly Taken In Stilettos On The Dining Surface

I gasp, my body trembling with desire. 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 can feel his shaft hitting my cervix with every thrust, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. As the machine continues to pump, I feel myself growing increasingly aroused. He steps back, his eyes fixed on me. The master’s fingers move to my clit, teasing the sensitive nub as he watches my response. My body trembles under his touch, and I can’t help but moan softly. “It seems your body is responding well to the treatment,” he says, his voice calm and reassuring.