Buffy kissed him back with every ounce of the frenzied passion that was running through her veins. Her head swam, but she didn't even acknowledge the fact that she was lightheaded as she gasped into his kiss as he effortlessly tore the panties from her body. She was already wet, her arousal on the verge of running down her legs.
She looked directly into his eyes, lust and desire heavy in her own when he spoke to her. She fumbled with the clasp of his belt, settling for simply unbuckling it as she worked on the button and zipper. Her own need to touch him was powerful as her hands ripped them open, unable to patiently unfasten them. She freed his erection, stroking his length as she whimpered due to his attention to her hard nipples.
"Please, Master. Please take me," she begged, her voice a hoarse whisper.