Carrick's eyes were dark wit desire as he watched Samandriel's mouth move over him, the skin of his cock glistening with the slave's saliva as the gorgeous rosy lips sucked and worshipped every inch of his erection.
He began to pulse his hips upwards in time with the movements of the slave's mouth, pressing deeper into the hot, wet mouth until the head of his cock nudged the back of Samandriel's throat.
"You love that, don't you, slave?" he gasped. "Love being on your knees and pleasuring your Master."