Sandra’s body was perfectly sculpted, like an hourglass, each curve and muscle begging to be admired. Her intense workouts had sharpened her already toned figure into something even more breathtaking. Four distinct abs peeked through the smooth skin of her tight stomach, flexing slightly with each breath she took. She wasn’t bulky; she was fit, sleek, and irresistibly sexy, the kind that made your mouth go dry just from looking.
My heartbeat pounded in my chest, each thud echoing louder as I drank in the sight of her. It had been too long since I last felt her warmth around me, and now, with that damn aphrodisiac still coursing through my veins—thanks to Sesillian—I was more wound up than ever. My dick strained painfully against the fabric of my pants, throbbing with each rapid beat of my pulse, aching for release.
“Master, I’m going to pull your pants down now,” Sandra said, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. Her hands moved slowly, teasingly, as she peeled my pants down, then reached up to grab my briefs. With one fluid motion, she tugged them down too. My dick sprang free, the cool air brushing over it like a caress as it slapped against my lower stomach. Sandra’s eyes widened, staring at it like she was seeing something sacred. A shudder ran through her as she leaned in closer, inhaling deeply. “Ahhh~, Master’s smell. I’m about to cum just from smelling your penis…”
She lingered for a moment, savoring the scent, then finally parted her lips, sliding the tip of my cock past her warm, wet mouth. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive head, each lick sending jolts of pleasure shooting through my body. She sank lower, slowly engulfing my length, her throat tightening as she took me all the way in. The tight, pulsing heat around my cock was overwhelming, squeezing me so snugly that I nearly lost control right then. My body burned from the inside, every nerve raw with the aphrodisiac’s heat, heightening every sensation.
“I’m cumming, Sandra. Take it all in!” I growled, my voice ragged as I grabbed the back of her head, forcing her down further. My cock pushed deeper into her throat, until the head pressed into the tight confines of her esophagus, her lips sealed tightly around the base.
Sandra’s eyes locked onto mine, her pupils dilating as they rolled back slightly from the force of my thrusts. Her throat clenched, struggling to adjust, but she didn’t pull back. With a final, desperate thrust, I released, thick ropes of cum shooting down her throat. My fingers dug into her hair, holding her in place as I emptied myself inside her.
She choked, the pressure forcing some of the cum to spill from the corners of her mouth, dribbling down her chin. A few strands even escaped from her nose, mixing with the beads of sweat on her flushed skin.
After a while of shooting ropes, I finally let go of my hold on her head, and then she pulled her head back to allow my cock to slip out of her mouth. When she did, my cock was still filled with semen, and her saliva. She licked it all up like she was licking an icecream.
After cleaning up, Sandra stood up, her body glistening slightly, then climbed onto the bed with a fluid motion, straddling my waist. Her fingers slid down to her crotch, parting the slick folds of her pussy, revealing the glistening pink depths that twitched with need. As she spread herself open, a thick strand of her love juice clung to her lips before stretching out, dripping down onto my cock, leaving a warm, wet smear across its length.
“I’m going to make you feel good, Master,” Sandra breathed, her voice turning husky, her eyes wide and dark with lust, like she’d become someone who lived for the pleasure coursing through her veins.
“Do it, Sandra,” I growled back, desire roughening my tone.
She wrapped her hand around my cock, angling it toward her entrance, which was still dripping wet. With a slow, deliberate motion, she began to sink her hips down, letting my cock tease the edge of her warmth. Her slick lips parted as she pushed further down, her breath catching as the head of my cock brushed against her heated folds.
“Nnn…” Sandra moaned, the sound vibrating through the air, her voice trembling with barely contained need. But she kept pushing down, her pussy walls clenching around me as they stretched to take me in deeper, her wetness coating every inch.
“HhnnNnnnnnnnnnnngggg!”
The moment my cock reached halfway inside her, a flood of her juices poured out, soaking both of us as her back arched sharply, her body straining like a taut bow. Her mouth fell open, her voice breaking into breathless gasps. It was obvious she’d already come, the sudden surge leaving her legs shaking around me.
“Y-Your penis is so big… as expected of Master…” she mumbled, her voice barely a whisper, eyes glazed with the overwhelming rush, her breaths coming in short, ragged bursts.
“I’m still only halfway in. You need to take it all,” I growled, my voice rough with the need to push deeper.
“Y-Yesh~…” she whimpered, her lips quivering with desire.
With a determined moan, she sank her hips down further, my cock pushing past her tight walls until it pressed firmly against her deepest spot. I could feel the soft, hot ring of her cervix pressing against the tip of my cock, a snug barrier that pulsed around me.
“Aaaaah~, you’re so deeeeep!” she cried out, her voice turning into a desperate wail as she threw her head back, arching her neck and pressing her chest forward, surrendering fully to the intense pressure building inside her.
“I-I’m going to pleasure you now…” Sandra moaned, her voice trembling with need. She started grinding her hips down onto me, riding my cock with slow, deliberate movements, her hands pressing firmly against my thighs for balance. Her hips rolled in a hypnotic rhythm, each downward thrust pushing my cock deeper inside her slick heat. “Aaaahn, aaah, aaah…!”
The wet, rhythmic sound of her ass slapping against my waist filled the room, each impact sending a shudder through her body.
