I didn't stay to watch the Master have his way with the woman. I needed something more than that. Stalking back to my room I locked the door behind me, hissing in pleasure, kicking my pants free. I'd rejoin them soon, but I needed this. The taste of her danced on my tongue, a taste that those inside me enjoyed just as much even if they ignored it. My rock-hard c**k bounced as I thought about what I wanted to do to her. f*****g would not be enough. No, I needed her stuffed with my d**k in a variety of ways.
Hand grasping my shaft, I squeezed, stroking up, imagining those lips of hers going down on me. Would it be slow, or would she try to devour me? Not exactly me, the weak beings inside me, no matter. I'd be the one getting the front row show. I could even wrap her hair around my han
