“No one said you could talk bitch boy!” Artimus growled, truly scaring me. “Yes master yes”! Amateur porn Finally reaching my new master, I popped my ass in the air, wriggling it for his pleasure as I licked over his sheath, plunging my tongue down inside it to pull it in long strokes over his cat-like barbed tip, making sure to massage those two glorious balls larger than the hands that were massaging them. “Don’t worry; he survived the night with me. And may I ask, what is it you like to eat for breakfast usually? “Th… thank you masters…” I barely stuttered; I was horribly dizzy and barely able to see. “Good morning master.” I replied and, being slightly daring asked, “What is your real name master?” (I was so curious since last night he had asked mine.)
He looked at me surprised but still answered, “My name is Roland.”
“Master Roland,” I whimpered in the best submissive voice I could, “I am really hungry for breakfast…”
At this, Roland smiled and gave a cavernous thunder of a laugh.
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