--Master Zico's Room

@Servant Azusa Nagasawa For some reason Zico was surprised: some women loved , some hated it and he had expected Azusa to be one of the former. How wrong he had been. She moaned and clenched around him and the faster he moved the better the show got. He could lose himself in that hole. That tight, tight hole. And he would, but not yet. "You want to taste yourself?" Zico asked, pulling slowly out of her and watching the confusion grow in her face. "Turn around." He said and when she complied he put his tip up to her lips, smearing them with precome and lube. The fistful of hair he grabbed to yank her head back was soft but that detail was completely lost on him, busy as he was enjoying the view from her jawline, down her neck to her heaving chest. "Open up. Let me that pretty face." He said, again tracing around with the tip of his .

Azusa mewled in a mix of pain and pleasure. She pouted letting a soft whine escape her lips at the feel of his fingers slipping from inside her. But even that sound was cut off by a moan as Zico began to even deeper inside her. "Ahhh... Master... Master..." She gasped, gripping the sheets even tighter, loving how easily he was taking her over, claiming her body - herself entirely - as his. "Master Zico... Mmmm... So good..." Her walls squeezed on him once as he pulled back out almost entirely and then once again as he pushed back in. "Ahhh... Master... You're filling me up... I've never felt so full... Ah! Why... Why... Why does it feel so good? Everything seems to feel good with you, master." Azusa admitted with a shy blushing smile.