Horny Margaret

I unzipped my pants, my thick, throbbing cock springing free, the veins pulsating with need as I pressed it against her slick, swollen entrance. Margaret moaned, pushing back against me, trying to impale herself on my cock, but I held her hips firmly, making her wait, making her beg.

"Please, Master," she whimpered her voice a desperate, needy plea as she looked back at me, her eyes filled with lust and desperation. "Please, fuck me. Fill me with your cock. I need it, Master. I need you. I can't wait any longer. My pussy is on fire, Master. Please, put it out. Please, fuck me."

I grinned, a dark, sadistic smirk as I listened to her beg, her voice a low, desperate whine as she writhed and bucked against me, her body shaking with need. I could feel her heat, her wetness, her pussy lips quivering against the head of my cock as she tried to take me inside her. But I held her still, making her wait, making her beg even more.