And, already worked up between her earlier service and her performance, she loves his teeth on her throat, writhing a little more in his lap and groaning.
"Thank you, Master."
Shortly after the word's out of her mouth, Minnie's eyes snap open she's scrambling off his lap. "Sorry, DJ, I... it's not your fault, I just... I need to go."
Her voice cracks as she says it, and she runs into the bedroom, eyes tearing up.
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