“I’m your slut Master,” she moaned as he pulled her hair toward him hard, her back arching. The pleasure she felt when he moved her hand to her clit and she rubbed it bought several loud moans of “Fuck,” from her at the moment not so lady like lips. Her fingers on her swollen clit soon gave her body the release it so badly needed and she came for him with a cry of “Master,” her inner walls informing his cock in and even more direct way as they squeezed him tighter and in much shorter intervals than before.