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Chapter 42
My volcanic core convulses, ejecting the vibe into my Master’s waiting hand. Through my searing climax, I hear him laugh before he rams his fingers into me, plunging deep, hand-f*****g my clutching, clenching cunt. Richard’s voice, “How’s she doing?” “About a Richter seven or eight, I’d say.” Then, shifting to knead at my g-spot… “Let’s try for a nine.” I buck and would drop back to hands and knees, but my Master loops an arm around my waist, pulling me in tight, restraining me as he rubs at my inner walls, ruthlessly drawing out my ecstasy, my agony, my glory and the gurgling wail which is the only sound I can make through my shackled jaws. Too much… Too much. Too Waving my arm, trying to slap down on the bed, I can’t reach the mattress. Instead, I catch my Master’s thigh, thumping
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