Thank you, Master

At this, she screams, falling cramps all over my body and perfectly cut her panties on the floor, so that bare her delicious apple shaped ass. I moved in with her, pushed her shoulders as she tries to interact with the excess of emotions and feelings, avoiding the raid. The scent of her arousal was strong, and his breath came in gasps small swallowed as she shook. I gently helped her to stand, and took them to my room, put them in my bed, and then behind it. She snuggled up to me, curling like a limpet, her head resting on my shoulder, balanced his breathing and she stopped to shake. Exhausted, we both slid into sleep, but as the darkness to me, I heard him whisper, "Thank you, Master ....."