My pussy was dripping all over his knee, but Master kept me sitting in my place. His strong hand was gripping my chin as my lip tried not to tremble. “Repeat what I said to you again.” He ordered, roughly twisting one of my nipples. I cried out and felt his cock twitch against my leg, helpless to him and his desires. “Master, you told this slave that you love me very much.”
“And?” He growled at me. “And that I have brought you years of pleasure with my tight, dripping little cunt.” “And!?” Master asked, growing very agitated with me. I was having trouble focusing with the way my slit was leaking. Fuck I needed a plumber, and not just the Mr. Fix It kind. “And, Master, you said that even though I’ve been the best fuck toy and torture dolly that you’ve ever had, you need to sell me.”
“That’s right, princess. And why am I selling your slutty little body?” I was whining now, so close to cumming it was insane. I loved our hot, Dommy sessions like this. “You’re selling me, Master, because you lost me in a poker game, and just don’t want to buy me back.” “That’s right, whore.” He smirked as he backhanded me. Master loved to remind me I was just pussy property.
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