My breath shuddering, my eyes begin to close, my face to fall to one side...
“No, look at me.” Fingers on my chin, Michael steers my face back to his. “You´re so beautiful, Charlotte. I don´t think you know how beautiful...”
My Master´s slow strokes, tonguing my swelling folds, send waves rippling to my blooming pussy that leave my breath juddering...
“...When you come back, Charlotte, it won´t be here, and it won´t be the apartment. You´ll be coming home...”
Arousal pulses from my pussy, up through my belly, washing over my breasts, puckering my nipples to rosy nubs.
“... And while it´s going to be rough and ready at first, it will be home, and over time, I´ll turn it into the home you deserve, that you´ve worked for, that you´ve earned...”
As I gaze into Michael´s hypnotically blue gaze, the tension builds within me...