As the glitter fades, I have a final moment as my Master cums and spurts. His cream jets, hot over my lips and tongue, and as my mouth fills my p***y leaps again. I convulse, a paroxysm of pleasure once more rippling through me.
The c**k in my mouth juddering and dripping, my pounding cunt clenching and pulsating, I scream. My hands flail, snatching at whatever is in reach: my Master´s thighs. My pelvis bucks and jerks and I find myself whooping and laughing. It is so good, I don´t know what else to do.
I am still laughing as my Master pulls away from me and joins Michael, now sitting by me, watching my performance with a sparkling smile.
“I trust all was in order my Lady?" he asks. Michael is not generally talkative, so I feel that I have made an impression.
I lie back, limp, exhauste
