It was an hour of rough sex later, when Erik was on his back, thrusting his hips upward. On top of him was Emily, her face distorted and hazy from pleasure, tongue lolling out from between her lips. Wheezing, moaning, and whimpering escaped her throat. Her arms and legs dangled uselessly beside her, no strength left in them.
His arm was wrapped around her neck, while his free hand gripped the chain between his wife's nipples and pulled it down slightly, putting just a little pressure on her voluptuous breasts.
"Ready to give up…?" Erik growled softly in her ear, his hips thrusting powerfully upward, still focusing on her ass. Her pussy, despite unleashing a small waterfall of cum, had not been touched yet.
A silly smile spread across Emily's face. "Y— Yesss~ Ugh~ M— Master~!" she wheezed loudly, and with obvious delight. "B— Bitch Emily k— knows her p— place! I— I'll go… ugh… wherever you want me to~!"
