Syrisa's head hung forward and her hair obscured her face. Her hands gripped the headboard so hard that the wood creaked. She wanted desperately to bury her face in the pillows to at least somewhat stifle the constant, high-pitched cries that were ripped from her again and again. She had been told to grip the headboard and so she was, wanting desperately to please a woman that only a few days ago had been her employee to order around as she saw fit. Still, she had never loved giving orders half as much as she liked obeying them.<br/><br/>Emma's skill at dirty talk was as impressive as her skill with her new appendage and the redhead was shaking so badly that all she could think of was both hers and Emma's impending release. The crack of Emma's hand against the soft curve of her ass made her wail that was all but lost in the constant streams of similar noise. Again and again Emma withdrew only to stretch her vice-like hole and with each hard spank Syrisa yelped again. Then It all stopped with Emma buried to the hilt.<br/><br/>Syrisa had been so lost in her own need she had missed Emma's warning and was about to look back to see why Emma had stopped when she felt the first spurt of seed burst deep in to her. It seemed that the magic of the cock also made some large loads because Syrisa felt the searing fluid flood her. She felt like she would look several months pregnant before it stopped. It may have been her very active imagination but is seemed like it was never going to stop.<br/><br/>With little ceremony and after only a few minutes, Emma slid her slimy cock out. The wet sound it made had Syrisa feeling thoroughly shamed. Still, at the command issued, she immediately obeyed and in only seconds she was on her back, spread as wide as she was able with thick seed leaking from her battered opening. She felt like a dirty trollop, Emma's little plaything and she could not wait for more.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>