All I could see of Katarina was her dripping pussy. As I moved my head up and down, running my tongue along her silken folds, she quivered and moaned. Her head lay low on my stomach, right next to my cock which was now surging into the air. But for the moment, she ignored it. And I did my best to ignore my own desire, focusing instead on her.
She was so gorgeous. And every outrageous thing she had said, every sexy comment she made about her plans to make me her slave, only made her more so. No woman had ever treated me like this, and I had never wanted them to.
But with Katarina, somehow, it was different. With her, being dominated, being bossed around, seemed more than just natural. It seemed desirable. It seemed like the sexiest thing I had ever experienced.
And so I licked her pussy with everything I had, tasting all over again the sweet nectar of her passion. And before long, I had her howling once again, losing herself in the orgasmic bliss I desperately wanted to inspire in her.
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