Gods you feel good, so good against me, I inwardly cry as your hands caress along my hips, but avoid where the whip hit. Smiling and feeling proud as only I can make you feel this good and relaxed, your treasured slavegirl for life.<br/>Looking you in the eyes as I straddle you, I smile happily as you give me permission, then hold your member in place and thrust against it. Crying out as the head slips past my outer lips, I let out a squeal and thrust harder, impaling myself on your thick member while you sit back, letting me pleasure you.<br/><br/>Wrapping both arms around you tightly and holding on, I thrust back and forth until your member is deep inside me, as deep as possible, then I pull back, and thrust forward again. Each time, I let out a squeal and cry as your member sends shocks of pleasure through me. The warm, flowing water only adds to the sweet  pleasure that floods my body, making me more receptive to you as you thrust back. The warm, massaging water does make a change, and keeps her just as aroused as I would be when in the bedchamber.