Brom moved closer, one hand upon her hip to hold her steady as he eased the tip of his cock to her sex.  With a wicked smile, he continued, pushing forward to ease himself into her.  Even as wet and hot as her body was, he had to groan at how tightly she gripped him.<br/><br/>"You are my pet," he said as he stretched her to once more accommodate his size, "A sheath for my cock.  A slave for my pleasure."<br/><br/>His hips began to rock, working his cock deeper into her and making wet noises as he began to build into a steady rhythm.<br/><br/>"Who am I?" he demanded as he took hold of her hips with both hands to pull her forward to meet his thrusts.