At this moment, I feel a bit of cold cream pressed against my tight hole and He presses art of lovemaking His forefinger deeply inside me, slowly easing art of lovemaking it in and art of lovemaking out.
I feel like screaming, but I don .
Instead, I put all my aggravation into sucking His cock hard, trying to drain Him of His cream.
I craved His cream as I pulled back and lapped up the salty liquids that were beginning to accumulate near His hole before taking the entire length of His cock into my mouth again, relaxing my throat muscles as He had taught me to do.
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He pulls His finger from my hole and replaces it with two, pressing against it firmly.
I nearly choke on the thickness in my mouth, but hold back until His fingers are inside me, up to His top knuckles.
"You really were a hungry little slut, weren you?" He growls, moaning from the constant sucking on His cock.
I expertly massage Him with my tongue as I suck harder than I had ever before, feeling really pleased when He started twitching.
As I realize He was ready to cum, I jam His cock deeply into my mouth, using my throat muscles to accept every drop of His fluids as I drained Him.
He removes His fingers from my ass.
I grin with appreciation as He lifts me and sets me into a kneeling position on the floor in front of Him and removes my nipple clamps.
They had stayed on longer than usual, since I had protested them but now my nipples felt free.
He grins from my grimace as He flicks each one once and then sits back to enjoy the rest of His dessert.
