Anne's dedication was truly inspiring. Despite the schocks of pleasure rocking her own body, she managed to both ride her master's cock, and still massage his upper body.
"A— Am I, d— doing good? Master?" she asked hopefully in between pants.
Erik grinned as his hands softly stroked Anne's thighs. When she was working on his arms, he had to keep them still, but right now she was kneading his chest.
"You're doing very well, Anne," he grunted slightly in pleasure. "Your hands are magic, and your pussy is squeezing me like a vice. I'll be ready to reward you soon."
Joy sparked in Anne's eyes, but she quickly restrained herself and shook her head with a small tremble. "P— Please wait, Master…! I won't be able to finish the massage, then…"
Erik chuckled softly as his mind and body drifted on a cloud of relaxation and pleasure. "Such dedication…" he sighed gently as he closed his eyes. "Do you ever think about what the old you would think if she saw you now…?"
