Sold To The Enemy

"I hate you, Master," I moan as he thrusts in me. "Say you love me," he says, trailing kisses around my neck. "I am going to cum, oh, please, make me cum," I beg, thrusting my hips. "Not until I hear those words from your pretty lips, wife," he argues. "I love you," I cry out as he rubs my clit, still banging into me. "Cum for me, Princessa," he tells me. And oh Jesus, I cum so badly that I almost go blind. I hate my Master, he wants me dead just like he did with my parents, and we are enemies from hell, but whenever that luscious tongue of his touches my pussy, I can't resist him, I just melt.