"You want to lick that pussy, don't you, pet?" Mistress Larentiah purrs, her voice a smoky, seductive whisper. She's reclining on a plush chaise, her body draped in silken lingerie that barely contains her curves. Her nipples strain against the thin fabric, begging to be freed. "But first, you'll tend to these neglected titties," she commands, cupping her breasts and offering them to her servant. He eagerly leans in, his tongue flicking over her stiff peaks while his hands massage her soft flesh. Mistress Larentiah's breath hitches, her body arching into his touch, but she maintains control, denying him her pussy until she's ready to grant it.