Smiling wickedly to himself, he left the room, leaving the vibrator on. Now I’m going to fuck you until you’re pregnant. I don’t think I can take any more of this. He licked his lips as he saw her glistening breed hole. He was impressed that, even with her experience, she didn’t lose count once. Here she was bent over at the waist, her head and hands locked in so tight they couldn’t move and her ass and pussy were presented to him. He felt the same way. “Count, bitch.” He whispered in her ear. “You’re wet already? “Three, thank you Master.”
He didn’t stop until he’d done twenty on each cheek. Her pussy clenched when he said impregnating but she was quickly taken over by an orgasm and couldn’t speak. I don’t think I can take any more of this. She gave up her job and moved in with Simon. He pulled down his pants and his eager cock sprang up and out. You’ll carry your Master’s child.” She groaned in response, struggling to stay conscious as her fifth orgasm took her. But Simon did. She’d wait everyday by the door on hands and knees in the lingerie that Simon picked out in the morning and receive whatever Simon had in store for her that day.
