"You're dying for this, aren't you?" the domme purrs, her voice a low growl as she admires her sub's eager, trembling form. She runs a gloved hand over the sub's ass, feeling the heat and the anticipation. With a wicked grin, she lubes up her strap-on, her thick, veined length glistening in the dim light. The sub gaps, their breath hitching as they feel the domme press against them, their body tensing as they anticipate the delicious, filling stretch to come.