I chuckled low in my throat—dark, satisfied—and sat down on the edge of the wide sleeping mat, legs spread wide, elbows resting on my knees.
The thick blanket still carried the faint warmth of the others who'd been here minutes ago. My cock was already straining hard against my pants, thick outline visible, throbbing with the rush of power and the sight of Camilla's broken submission.
I looked down at her—still topless, massive Mexican tits hanging heavy and swaying with every shaky breath, dark nipples thick and erect, fat ass still glowing red from my earlier slaps, soaked panties clinging transparently to her swollen pussy lips.
"Crawl over," I commanded, voice low and final, patting my thigh once. "On your hands and knees. Show your husband how a real slave greets her Master."
Camilla hesitated—one heartbeat—then dropped fully to all fours.
