His good girl

He stood back, surveying the beautiful body that was still writhing in front of him.

That fine ass, crimson from the punishment he had inflicted, his handprints still so visible on that soft, peachy skin. Juices still dripping from her, the wet patches on the wooden floor gave away just how much she had enjoyed his treatment of her.

He walked alongside her, caressing her back, gently running his palm up and just nudging some of her sideboob.

Coming to the front of her, he seen just how much of a mess she had become, her saliva dripping from her chin, mixed with his sweet cum that he had only just deposited onto her cute little face, as well as filling her mouth with the thick cum she had been craving for so long. Her breathing was still erratic, she had been used for so long she barely had any strength left to open her eyes.

He glanced up to the ceiling, he admired the job he had done in securing the swing that encased his now worn out subject.

He ran the inside of his thumb down from her forehead, along her cheek and down to her chin, a little pull to open her mouth a little wider.

"Who is going to be my dirty little slut for the rest of the night?"

"I am sir" she said, with what little strength she could muster.

"Good girl"