fuckmeat
That all you got?
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Even as his eyes watched her down turned face, his fingers went to work on his zipper. His hardening length had been waiting for this since the evaluation had started. The head brushed up against her cheeks, lips, and nose as he watched for her reactions. His fingers took hold of a firm grip of hair once more, and he used it to guide her.
Teasing was one of his favorite games, making his little slut beg for what she wanted and needed. His eyes pierced through her even as a droplet of precum made contact with her lip and stretched like a tiny string as the source continued to move unheeded.
Beg for it, cunt...
She closed her eyes as his zipper descended, up there with his belt buckle among her favourite sounds. His cock moved over her face, suffusing her with his scent and taste. She pressed her lips together, suppressing the desperate urge to taste him before being told to. She breathed him in, her face becoming sticky with precum in places as he teased her. Master's fist in her hair allowed him to press his cock firmly against her face, communicating his urgency. She allowed herself a quiet moan.
Eventually she raised her eyes to his, frustrated at the prolonged tease. He smiled down at her and told her to beg, the edge of steel in his tone making it clear what she was begging for. She parted her lips, careful not to taste him accidentally.
"Please use my mouth Sir. Fill it and claim it." Her words were clear, her tone laced with raw need. "Own my throat Sir. Make me gag and cry on your cock. Own me... Take my holes... Please Master... use me"