For all their antics, she still had not felt Peter’s cock in her pussy, he had never fucked her. He had driven her insane, but they still had not had intercourse. As she crawled, she wondered if tonight would be the night.
As Peter walked behind her, he picked up a sweaty shirt from his bag, and brought it along. His cock was pouring so much precum, it left a clear trail to match the grool dripping from Suzanne’s cunt.
Finally, Suzanne was at the foot of her own bed, leashed and ready to obey.
“Hands and knees, face down.”
Suzanne quickly obeyed, turning away from him and putting her face to the floor with her ass in the air.
Peter took his shirt and put it on the floor beneath her face, an inch from her nose and mouth. Again, she could smell him, the scent was perversely intoxicating. She had never craved every aspect of someone so completely.
Peter kneeled behind her, and said “you’ve been a very good girl Suzanne. You earned something special.”