Lord Emerson’s POV
“Yes master.” She obediently lay on the bed and spread her legs opened for me to have a view of her neatly shaved p***y.
I watched her massaged her breasts with her both hands, and then she moved her hands from her stomach, down to her navel, and then she stopped at her p***y.
A soft moan left her lips as she traced a finger and inserted it into her wet p***y. “f**k!” She groaned and began shoving her fingers in and out of her p***y, and then she added another one, making it two fingers.
As she strokes her fingers inside her p***y, her right hand went for her breast and she began massaging it and releasing soft moans.
I took a sip of my drink and watched her continue stroking herself with a finger, and after a while she pulled her fingers and went for the vibrato
