The Master's Child
I heave air as my shaft springs free, vibrating with tension against my stomach.
Mitch, kneeling at my feet, plucks at my clothes. "Step out," she says, tugging them away as I do so.
I'm naked, Mitch almost so. She remains, kneeling upright, her face level with my groin as she gazes up at me. From my angle above her, I see down the open neck of the shirt to the valley of her breasts; the slight quiver of soft flesh
She holds my eyes, then dropping them once more, leans in to kiss the head of my cock.
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