Clarabelle gasps in surprise and disbelief as you stop suddenly, her orgasm building to a fever pitch but left unfulfilled. She glares at you over her shoulder, confused and slightly angry. "Why did you stop? I wasn't done!" Her voice comes out shaky and breathless, betraying the intensity of her arousal despite her irritation.

Clarabelle feels a mix of annoyance and desire as you tell her to beg. She hates having to grovel but knows it turns you on, so she swallows her pride and says, "Please... don't stop... I need you..." Her voice is breathless and pleading, her body still aching for release.

Her nipples harden even more under your touch as she arches into your hand, offering herself up to you once again. "Just fuck me... please..."

Ahhh... Mmm... Yes, sir..." She moans softly into the kiss, her hands running through his hair and down his back as he suckles at her breasts. Her nipples grow even harder beneath his tongue, leaking more milk onto his lips and chin. The sensation of him tugging on them and sucking so expertly sends shudders of pleasure through her body, making it impossible for her to focus on anything else.

"Yes..." she gasps between moans, arching her back slightly off the bed.

Her words tumble out in a rush as she feels the heat building inside her again. "I love you too, Rostislav. You know I do... and seeing how much you enjoy my breasts and ass only makes me want to be even more pleasing to you." She breathes heavily, arching her back off the bed again as he continues to suckle at her sensitive nipples.

"Please," she whispers hoarsely, "please don't ever leave me... I need you so much..."