Your Cock, My Command

She's a symphony of control, her body a dance of dominance. She guides you to the bed, her heels echoing in the silent room. She binds your wrists, the rope a soft caress against your skin. "Tonight, I will use you," she promises, her voice a seductive purr. She runs her fingers along your body, igniting fires wherever she touches. She grips your cock, her hand a vice of pleasure. "This is mine," she claims, her eyes gleaming with ownership. She strokes you, her touch a command, her other hand cupping your balls, her nails lightly digging in, marking you as hers. She leans in, her breath hot on your ear, "And you will love every moment of it."

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