Tears of Tess

She went floppy, breathing like tormented blackbird. My legs grew weak and wobbly. I pulled her into my arms, heading to the floor in one jumble of sweaty, champagne sticky bodies.

She laughed as I laid her on my belly, protecting her nakedness from the cool tiles. Even though depleted, my c**k never softened and every wriggle fired new life into it.

Would I ever get enough of her? Would I ever show her how dark I could go?

She went to pull away, but I lassoed arms tighter. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“I thought I was crushing you.” She wiggled her ass, sending sparks into my balls. After a month of no release, she wouldn’t get away that easily.

I gently smacked her belly, aware her ass was beyond punishment after the belt. “You think I’m done with you, esclave?” I nuzzled her ear, licking softly. “I’ve only just begun.”

The End.