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orgasm, it will be for my pleasure. Not yours.” He slid a finger inside her, and she arched her back.

“You’re dripping. I think you’re enjoying this.” He sucked on his finger and sat down and resumed his

feast.

Her legs grew tired and her thighs trembled. Slowly, her outer thighs reached the table. Master

grabbed her ankles and pushed them apart, wrenching her hip and making her cry out.

He sucked on her clit again and then stopped. “Good girl. Give me everything.”

She closed her eyes and something inside her released.

“Good girl,” he repeated.

His tongue was inside, outside, flicking her clit. Her mind could hardly keep up. Her body obeyed

his unspoken commands, giving up her will to him.

“You’re so wet and swollen, Sabrina. It’s beautiful.”

She tried to open her heavy eyelids, but they only parted enough to see a blur of a man standing at

her feet.

“Your clit is twice its normal size.” He pinched it hard, and she grunted. Why did he keep hurting

her? She was doing as he asked.

“I think Terric needs to visit you again.”

She tried to shake her head, but it wouldn’t work. Hands on her hips pulled her down to the edge

of the table and flipped her onto her stomach. She sensed someone behind her but felt nothing. For a

moment. Then the cramping, the nausea, the pain! It rolled into her body like a slow wave until every

nerve tingled with it. She clawed against the table, digging her fingernails into the wood.

Master stood to the side, watching with crossed arms and an impassive gaze.

The pain hit a peak, and she screamed, arching her back, trying to escape, but she was pinned

between Terric and the table. He impaled her with his impossibly big cock, showing no mercy, no

kindness. He forced his way deep into her body and nothing would stop him.

He leaned down, pressing her chest into the table. “If you were a human woman, you would be

dead,” he murmured into her ear. “Do you know how deep I am inside of you? How much I have

opened your body up?”

She shook her head, scattering her tears across the table. “It hurts.”

“Of course it does. That is what feels so good. Your insides tremble around me. I do not have to

move to feel pleasure.”

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