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Morgan knew that smirk on Moonjo’s face meant that she was in for a long night, but she couldn’t find it in herself to care. Even with tears streaming down her face she knew she would be pleased, particularly if she was pleasing him. His greedy mouth earned him a soft groan and she tugged at the ties around her wrists. She loved being tied more than just about anything, but god did she want to touch him.
Her back arched and she tried to use her legs to pull Moonjo closer, still wanting more of everything he was willing to give her. “Fuck, Sir,” she managed to articulate as he pushed her closer and closer to losing her head.
Moonjo lightly smacked the side of Morgan’s thigh, knowing exactly what she was trying to do. Although it did feel good to have her squirming around just for him - rules were rules.Â
His hand reached up to play with her nipple, his fingers pinching and rolling one of the sensitive buds as his tongue toyed with her clit. Everything about Morgan was addictive - from her taste, to her soft moans, to the way her skin brushed against his. He could get used to this, he thought to himself.











