The slave did gasp softly, at the abruptness of it, cast back and grabbed by the hair and yanked over the mistress' sex. Rajani's own heart beat faster as she closed her eyes and gave herself over. She rubbed the edge of her lips and first of her cheek where Maia's rough motion had pressed her face against the wetness and heat, smearing the woman's juices there as she positioned her mouth more directly over the waiting gape of her. Her hands lifted, not to control how the mistress took and used her, but to stroke her fingers and skim her manicured nails beneath Maia's thighs, drawing whorls of secondary stimulation.
Then Rajani's trained tongue slid its way inside of the mistress, as far as it could reach, to writhe a heavy dance of an oral fuck. She had been told deeper, and that was what the mistress would have. Her tongue began to dart and thrust against Maia, back and forth, from taper to swell and back, as fast and as fully as a slippery eel stuck through a narrow ring of coral. She didn't just lick, she stretched, she shifted with her face, burying herself inside of Maia with the eager attention that belied her own ignored desire.