member. The girl obediently opened her plump mouth, and the Master, without losing a second, burst into the hospitable opening of paradise. The slave woman moaned, protesting such pressure, twitched in an uncertain attempt to free herself from the snares of a man. However, the Boss quickly stopped her with a slack slap. Not wanting to annoy his master, the girl immediately went limp, and the man now began to take her without hindrance in his mouth. Warm, humid ... Already, a rather excited man felt the approach of a moment of bliss, but every time he stopped himself, he slowed down, giving the girl a short break. And then he accelerated again, holding the slave by the hair so that her head remained motionless. The approach of the wave was felt more and more distinctly, the body was moving itself, hurrying to get the desired pleasure. The slave woman began to twitch again, and the Master had already thought to strike the obstinate creature again, but then he noticed that a large shudder was shaking the girl. The man laughed, realizing that his whore had just finished. Then the Master, tightly pressing the slave’s head to his groin, gave himself up to pleasure, spewing sperm directly into his whore’s mouth.

Little by little he came to himself, the man eased his grip, allowing the slave to step back. Tension quickly left the body, bringing in return peace and a slight weakness. The owner gently stroked the girl on the cheek, got off her body and sat down beside her.

- You're fast today. - He noticed.

The girl was silent. Her breasts heaved and fell. The owner only noticed that the nipples of the slave were tense, as if teasing, asking for affection. The man was also silent, leisurely stroking the girl's alluring forms.

The vibrator was still in her body, but the man was in no hurry to take it out. Now you can not hurry and how to stretch the pleasure. From the bosom of the girl came the gurgling sounds, and tickling the ear, again awakening desire. The flesh of the man stiffened, and again this crazy gleam in his eyes.

“I see you're not full, whore.” - His hand sank heavily on the elastic chest of a slave. - Get up. You know what to do.

Closing her eyes for a moment, the girl turned over on her stomach with a sigh. Feet slipped on the spread juice of passion, hair fell over his eyes, closing a mixture of fear and desire on a pretty face. Having risen on elbows, the slave crept up, on all fours she crawled to the Master. She knew too well this tone of her master, when any word against can be costly.

Thin fingers slid along the shirt, undoing the buttons under the eager gaze of the man. Scooping into a handful of silk, brown hair, the Master pulled the slave down to the pants, where he was already impatiently waiting for his turn to proudly burst out of his unbuttoned pants. The wet tongue touched the elastic flesh.

- Slut insatiable. - With a grin commented on her actions Boss. - Why resist, because you yourself want it. You want to be fucked by someone who is much stronger than you to make decisions for you. It's easier, isn't it? No responsibility. It's simple, baby. Relax and enjoy.

He stood up, forcing the slave to rise next, and dragged his hair to the window. The girl groaned dully, but the man did not pay the slightest attention to it. With a jerk he pulled back the curtains, he pulled the slave to himself and pressed him close to the glass.

Night city shone interlacing glare of electric light lanterns and signal lights of cars rushing along the road somewhere far below. Further, a park was spread by deep blackness, behind which there were glowing points of light burning in the windows.

- Nice view, right?

The girl swallowed nervously, but the Boss did not wait for a response. He loudly slapped the slave on the inside of the thigh, forcing him to spread his legs wider. Strong fingers slid higher, collecting vaginal juice. The girl moaned; With a juicy sniff, the vibrator left its shelter, and was ruthlessly thrown into a corner of the room.The man took the slave by the hips and sharply drove a member into her bosom. At the same instant, he leaned on the girl, pressing her body against the glass. He closed his eyes, breathing in the smell of her body, of his own sperm, and behind all this there was the soft spicy scent of sandalwood and the barely perceptible coffee, apparently drunk in a hurry after work ...

The man lit a cigarette. Then he rose abruptly and in three big steps overtook that very window. With a jerk he pulled back the curtain, for a long time he peered at the gray dusk through the veil of rain. The owner took a deep breath and, closing his eyes, exhaled loudly the smoke that filled his lungs.

And yet ... She was beautiful.