James grinned down to Amy as she drunkenly slurred her words and wiggled about, willingly doing what he had told her to do. Apparently it seemed that Amy when she was drunk acted quite slutty, no hesitation with her stimulation of her clit nor did she seem to think when it came time to suck on his cock. It is a sure sign of sluthood when you lick your chops when presented with a thick cock, Amy had done just that and without any prodding had taken it into her mouth, her tongue dancing over the hot flesh of his cock, unlike the last time, this one was much wetter and messier, well not quite messier as of yet because he had not tried to push it down her throat, but still, Amy's mouth had an excess of saliva.
"Mmmm it is good to see that your mouth waters at the prospect of having a thick cock to suck upon." His hand wrapped itself in her hair much as it had done the previous time. For now, James let Amy take charge, letting her decide just how far she wanted to push herself. It was good training for her to simply go at it. She could work on the basics and learn how to please him and when a good time to swap from sucking to licking on his cock passed by.
James gave himself key positioning with that hand behind her head so that at any moment he could control her, whether that was by forcing his cock down her throat until her nose was pushed sideways against his stomach or just to remind her with the slight strain of her hair that she was a prisoner, not just inside this room but he had her on a tight leash. He was the Master, and Amy was his slave. His sex slave. For now he let Amy go at her pace, he did not want to make her push too hard and find she could not keep her asshole tight enough to stop the enema from leaking out. Not so soon at least.
"Mmmm it is good to see that your mouth waters at the prospect of having a thick cock to suck upon." His hand wrapped itself in her hair much as it had done the previous time. For now, James let Amy take charge, letting her decide just how far she wanted to push herself. It was good training for her to simply go at it. She could work on the basics and learn how to please him and when a good time to swap from sucking to licking on his cock passed by.
James gave himself key positioning with that hand behind her head so that at any moment he could control her, whether that was by forcing his cock down her throat until her nose was pushed sideways against his stomach or just to remind her with the slight strain of her hair that she was a prisoner, not just inside this room but he had her on a tight leash. He was the Master, and Amy was his slave. His sex slave. For now he let Amy go at her pace, he did not want to make her push too hard and find she could not keep her asshole tight enough to stop the enema from leaking out. Not so soon at least.