Her hips jerked and she moaned, whining softly, her hand reaching to stroke him eagerly. That wasn't fair at all, and she almost protested--it wasn't that she didn't want to make him come, but just not like this. She wanted him in her mouth, or inside of her; this just wasn't enough. "How--I want to make you come, Master," she whimpered. "Tell me how you want it."
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Date: 2009-12-08 08:42 pm (UTC)