Her Demanding Master

Ashley gasped for air, trying as best she could to block out the feelings consuming her, focusing her mind as the pleasures emanating from deep inside echoed through her body. Her legs coated with her sexual juices; her hot sweet nectar, which glistened down her inner thighs like a broken faucet. She had lost all sense of time, all sense of reality as the pleasure continued to glide through opening, stabbing into her wetness like a dagger through flesh. She became memorized by its power, its enthralling repetitive bliss as she felt herself slowly slipping away, tripping into the realm of her own nirvana; the world of her own sexual heaven.