A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

His fingers were still over my pubic bone.

The choice surprised and excited me. I did not expect it, even from him. Looking up into his purple gaze I saw desire and uncertainty reflected back at me.

“I don’t mind, Master Christof,” I said giving the permission he had so generously requested.

He ran his fingers down my outer Lips and slowly stroked. He seemed pleased to find wetness in the folds and smiled into my cheek.

“I did not pay as much attention as I should have to your care, Ciara.

According to my brothers this should mean I am doing the right things,” he said.

“Yes, Master Christof,” I sighed as he continued with feathery Light strokes.

when it is just you and I, Ciara,” he whispered into my

Looked at him in shock, as if the rules weren’t

back to the post, Christof,” I murmured to

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hips started to twitch as he

around,” he said increasing the pressure of his

The other hand slowly reached down and moved his linen cover out of the way. I brushed his manhood

look came back into his eyes and I retracted my hand. He sighed and changed his

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down and ran my fingertips along the Length of him. He shuddered under my touch; it was empowering. I took a hold of him and stroked up and down the

too rushed. I memorized him with my fingers. I ran my thumb along juncture where the tip met the base. Using the flat of my fingers I learned every ridge and vein. He lay still

hand left my clit and he sunk his fingers inside of me. In the faint light of the room I