"You do not cum until you apologise." "Sir, I'm," she squirmed, trying to hold back her orgasm, "sorry!" she squealed. "I should have grabbed a condom, Sir." "Good girl," he pulled his fingers out and forced her to suck them, keeping a firm grip of her hair. She sucked on his fingers, lifting a hand to hold his wrist and pull his knuckles deeper into her mouth. "Alanya, what is it that she planned?" The woman would not speak, but she stood beside the bed with a condom and a Hitachi wand already plugged into the wall. "What is your plan, Victoria?" He pulled his fingers out and grabbed her throat again, though he did not squeeze much. Her voice was strained, her head fixed in place by his grip. She whimpered and begged, "Please, Sir, let me show you?" "As you wish," he smiled kindly and pulled her in for a soft peck. "I'm sorry for getting angry with you." "Enforcing safe sex is not a bad thing, Sir," she pecked him back and he released his hold on her. "Plus I love it w
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