The Master's Kitten
In the afterglow of the rough fucking she had received, Kitten looked absolutely stunning. Her hair was a warm reddish brown that deepened when the light hit it. It was quite thick and fairly long, the ends hanging between her shoulder blades. She wore it down, with bangs that framed her face, and now it was a hot mess. Sir smiled as he twined his fingers in it while she lapped their juices off his cock. In between licks her eyes darted up at him. Her makeup was mussed now. The lipstick worn off, probably on various different parts of Sir, and the eyeliner smudged in cute circles under her eyes. Not to mention the darkening marks from his attentions that marred her neck. She was gentle now, and Sir relished the soft warm feel of her tongue, and her hands on his thighs.
