For now...

Silvia looks over her helpless lover.

"Pl-please... I can't take any more..." Pooky whimpers.

The utterly despoiled Matron is lying there, arms and legs splayed wide, gasping and panting for air as her completely nude and unadorned body rises and falls with each ragged breath.

Her charcoal-colored skin glistens with a layer of sweat and other juices. Her beautiful silver hair is wild and messy, but perfectly frames her face.

Her smell is... overwhelming and intoxicating. She reeks of sex, and it'll likely take several baths to completely get rid of the odor.

"Mmmm... such a good slave..." Silvia says as she lazily traces a finger over one of Pooky's engorged nipples. "But are you sure you want to stop now? There's so much more we could do..."

Pooky gulps nervously as her pussy twitches in anticipation. "L-like what?"