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BDSM | ORAL SEX | MASTURBATION | SUBMISSION
Stroking His Rod
Taking care of my Master’s needs is a duty a pleasure
I grip Master’s cock in my hands, using more pressure than necessary.
So hard… so powerful!
I love his rod and I never miss a chance to show him my adoration.
Tonight, when I’ve heard the key turning in the door, I’ve knelt on the carpet in front of the sofa, waiting for him.
Master didn’t look at me, but I knew he had noticed. I was already trembling with excitement. The soft silk of the maid costume he bought me last week — a short black skirt barely covering my naked ass and pussy, a black corset with white, lace edges, fishnet white stockings — was caressing my shapes, making me feel sexy.
Just the time to get undressed, and he came back to the living room. He sat on the sofa, turned on the TV to watch a hockey match. He said nothing, not even when I approached him and pulled down his boxers, revealing his semi-hard dick.
I kept my head resting on his thigh for a while, caressing my face with his meat, smelling the strong scent of a working day. It was so difficult to resist sucking it. But sometimes, I like to linger and admire him in details, anticipating…
