My snarl was loud in the quiet that followed the young woman's words. My cock ached, the stav pulsing in the shaft of my cock thrusting emptily and wasting my seed on Sonya's breasts. My next task was meant to be nurturing, to check in with her and soothe the muscles I'd abused in the act. Her lips were wet from the little licks she'd been using to gather my taste, and on the floor, the toy used to prep her was glistening. The altar and oil was waiting. I was in charge of our scene. She was new, needed to be eased— "Please," she gasped, leaning forward and rubbing her breasts against my leg.
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