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"Take your clothes off."
She immediately moves to obey me. There's no more hesitation or any questions in her gaze. She is mine. She loves me. She wants to please me.
And I want to please her. It is my goal. To give her as many orgasms as possible, even if she doesn't want them.
The moment the last article of her clothing hits the floor, I order her to her knees. She drops to them immediately.
"Who do you belong to?"
She lowers her gaze. "You."
Satisfied with her answer, I move toward her, releasing one of my cocks.
"That's right," I growl. "Open your mouth."
She parts her lips, but I'm not yet ready to enter her. Not yet.
I want to see her beg for it.
She's not going to get off easily.
I want to be in her throat. I want to slide deep inside until the tip of my cock hits the back of her throat.
I stroke my cock once, twice, three times before I reach the tip of her lips and shove my cock in her mouth.
Her eyes water.
She's breathing through her nose, and my cock is already straining the confines of her mouth. My hand wraps around her head, and I begin to fuck her face.
"Fuck," I growl. "That's a good girl."
I pull out of her mouth, and my cock glistens with her saliva. I wrap my hand around it again and use my other hand to grab her hair.
I thrust forward and then back into her mouth. She is doing a good job. She doesn't gag when I thrust deep.
I'm going to make her gag.
With my cock still in her mouth, I bend forward. She's staring up at me, waiting for my next order. I want her to watch.
I want to see her eyes crowded with desire and love. I want to see my cock sliding in and out of her mouth while she jerks my other one off. I want to see her struggle to breathe.
"Take it," I command her.
I thrust forward, and her throat opens. My cock fills her throat. I thrust forward again and again as I feel her body react.
Her throat tightens around my cock, and she starts to gag.
"That's a good girl," I tell her.
My words send her over the edge. Her eyes roll back in her head, and I pull out of her mouth.
She chokes and gasps.
I hold her hair, keeping her still. She's coughing and spitting.
But I haven't given her permission to move.
"Look at me," I say.
