Lesson is over, time to celebrate

Punishment is not on your mind - you are in a celebratory mood after her first-ever orgasm with you. You lift yourself up and turn around to meet her face-to-face. She lies there, still panting, her eyes glazed over with satisfaction. "I am sorry, master..." she whispers, gaze filled with admiration. "I couldn't help myself."

You smile softly, leaning forward for a tender kiss. Your lips brush hers sweetly, lovingly. "Lesson is over, Hana," you whisper against her lips. "It's okay."

Your hands find their way to her firm, round breasts, caressing them lightly, teasingly. Your lips trail down from her earlobe to the sensitive spot on her neck you know so well. Your knees gently **** her relaxed legs apart until your hard, throbbing cock rests against her soaked, quivering pussy. You slowly enter her, gradually filling her up inch by delicious inch.

"Oh, master..." Hannah moans softly as you begin to move inside, picking up the pace, "I am ready to accept any punishment you deem fit."

"I repeat, the lesson is over, my dear," you whisper in her ear while thrusting deeper into her. "Now we celebrate."

Her body is slick with sweat from the recent exertions, but it only heightens the sensations coursing through both of you during your passionate lovemaking. "I love you," you groan, losing yourself in the rhythm. Her nipples grow harder under your teasing fingers, her back arching off the bed to meet your slow deep thrusts.

"How can you be so different?" she gasps between ragged breaths. "I love you too, master."

Hearing her say 'master' sends shivers down your spine. There is something special about this, something that doesn't feel like a game anymore. Despite knowing she won't cum from just vanilla sex, her enjoyment is evident in the expression on her face – pure blissful surrender. She gratefully accepts every kiss on her flushed cheeks and neck, every gentle squeeze of her breasts, every push of your hips. The scent of her hair, the taste of her skin, the sound of her soft moaning – everything feels perfect.

Her limp legs come alive, wrapping around your waist as you continue your steady rhythm nearing the climax. Her arms start caressing your body as gently as yours. "I love you, Hanana," you whisper in her ear once again and unload your hot seed inside her, feeling her tight walls milking your cock......

Minutes later, two of you lay entwined afterward, basking in each other's embrace, savoring the warmth of your connection.

"Don't I deserve a punishment for letting your cock out of my mouth, Master?" she asks playfully, nuzzling her head against your chest.

You laugh softly, running your hand through her tousled hair. "I think you were punished enough. Skullfucked, fingered roughly...what else do you need?"

She giggles, pressing her body closer to yours. "You needed two lessons to make me do something I actually hate! I hate doing it sleepy," she pouts playfully, "I hate when my skills are not valued, Master."

You chuckle, stroking her hair affectionately. "Not valued?"

"Yes, do you have any idea how much I trained for this? Reading articles, watching video lessons, I even had a set of training dildos!" she says proudly. "And yet you used me like some fucking rubber doll," a hint of anger can be heard in her voice but the following laughter dispels it "You did put this arrogant cunt in her place, Master. Do it more! Teach me to enjoy skullfucks...if it pleases you, Master."

You plant another quick, tender kiss on her puffy lips. "Will you now call me Master all the time?"

She hesitates for a moment before answering with a mischievous grin, "Yes. By making me cum, you proved that you are indeed my Master. But should you order me...I won't call you that."