She began to move, looking at him in the eyes.
The Maestro smiled a little. While she straddled him, he calmly undid his doublet and he unbuttoned his shirt.
‘Drink from me, little mistress,’ he said ironically.
Myra placed her lips on his chest, looking for the subclavian vein, which he had shown her earlier. She found it and bit. The other’s blood burnt her tongue and her palate, filling her with pleasure. She tensed around him, plunging his p***s further inside her. When she felt she was near o****m, she stopped drinking and she gave him her breast. The Maestro bit it, squeezing it in his hands like a mature fruit.
Coming out of his passiveness he began to move in turn, lifting her with every thrust. Suddenly, it was as though she were on top of a horse that she still had to tame. M
