Wet Desires: {A Steamy Collection}
Master stepped closer.
His cock hung heavy between his thighs, already hard and pulsing. Veins stood thick along the shaft, the tip flushed, slick with pre-cum. I couldn’t stop staring at it until his fingers curled into my hair and yanked my head back sharply. My breath hitched as my eyes met his.
“Your pussy is still dripping,” he said, his voice low, calm, and steady with quiet control.
“Yes, Master,” I replied.
He yanked my hair again, forcing my face closer to his cock. Pressing his cock against my lips, he smeared them with pre-cum. I remained still, lips slightly parted.