I cum with a last thrust and a moan, my mouth leaving your tempting breasts as my hand stops too, unable to focus through the waves of ecstasy. My head spins in the haze of pleasure and lust, riding each wave as my seed spills inside you, feeling my orgasm rise and slowly subdue with the lasts thrusts.<br/><br/>I hold you close to me with my free hand, catching my breath while wishing to stay close to you; to my slave that has brought such pleasures to me. I'm feeling truly fond of you, of the way you comply to my every wish and how you seem docile unlike any other slave I've had before. It is true that I enjoy breaking my slaves in, but the change is certainly pleasing.<br/><br/>This thoughts cross my mind as I feel your breathing and your skin, the heaving of your chest where I laid my head in the sleepy haze that followed my climax. Slowly I push myself up to kiss you fondly, gently, wondering if you will enjoy what I have planned as much as I think I will. But that can wait for another moment.