The Ritual

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She had gotten off to my satisfaction. I lost count of the number of times,
but she was sated, happy; and now she needed me to end it the way I had trained
her to crave.

She pleaded “Please”.

Not good enough. “Please, what?” I rejoined.

“Please cum in my mouth,” she moaned.

Standing up, I pointed to the floor. “Knees. Now.”

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Her pose wasn’t quite right.

“Hands.”

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Murmuring
“Show me your tongue,” I watching her mouth stretch open. “Look at me.” 

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She smiled as my cum settled on her glistening tongue. 

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After swallowing it all, I heard her whisper “Thank you, sir.”  But
it would not be over until she heard the magic words. I lingered… enjoying the
sight of her cleaning off my cock. Finally, I gave her what she was waiting
for.

“Good girl.”

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