She slips into the room, an air of sweet submission surrounds her, but you know the truth of her. You know her defiance, her greed and her insatiable need. She watches you sitting in your chair from across the room, noting you seem like a King on his throne and perhaps to her you are … her King. Her bare feet barely whispering against the floor as she approaches, eyes downcast and her body showing all conduct of supplication and as she moves she pulls the belt of the silken robe, its whisper louder than her feet. The garment falls open, revealing what you know so well. She moves with grace and form to her knees, her thighs wide, her sex already swollen and glistening. She as always ready for what manner of debauchery you inflict. She is yours, always, and she knows her place. However, she does challenge you and you wouldn’t want her any other way. You enjoy the game, breaking her again and again. And you know, without doubt that she enjoys it too. She boldly looks up, meeting your gaze, her head tipping minutely as she whispers softly, “How may this slut serve you, Sir.” You know she means it and as the words spill from her plump crimson lips you feel your cock stir. You watch as she lets the offending robe fall from her arms, surrounding her in the midnight silk, her back arching as she brings her hands behind, her wrists crossed and the movement pushing her breasts out. An offering that she hopes you will not deny. You simply look at her, taking in every delicious contour, remembering exactly what you’ve done to every inch of this insatiable minx. You watch her head tip, the dark tresses caressing her creamy shoulders, watch as her breasts heave with each breath, see her nipples growing under your scrutiny and the wisp of a smile touches your lips as you lean forward and grip her throat with your strong hand. Her gasp of pleasure laced with fear finds your ears, causing the smile to grow on your face. You so love to torture your slut, keep her wanting and you know this particular thing is one she craves, almost as much as cock. Her eyes flutter closed as you hold her throat, watching her tongue slip across her lips, causing your engorged manhood to stir even more. You want that mouth … her mouth … around your cock. You want her worshiping; you want her aching and want her serving. You chuckle low and deep, watching her melt under your touch. You know exactly how to play this slut, how to make her so fucking lustful and needy. Your grip on her throat tightens just a bit Escort Küçükköy as you sit back, pulling her to you. Your cock it throbbing, aching to be released from it confines, eager to feel the warm wetness of her mouth and her loving care as she takes you deep in her throat. You bring your lips to her ear and whisper huskily, “You know exactly what I want. Mine,” she gasps, her eyes darting to yours once again, daring to defy. Her whisper barely audible, “Yes Sir,” as her trembling hands move to your lap, her nimble fingers unbuttoning and unzipping. The mere thought of your cock causes her breath to quicken as she works the defiant material and finally frees your throbbing fuckmeat. She can’t help the whimper that purrs from her captured throat and you can smell her arousal at the prospect of worshiping such a magnificent organ. You release her throat, noting the reddening finger impressions rising and smile again. One more mark for what is yours. You lean back again, watching as she moves and settles comfortably, her eyes drinking in the throbbing manhood before her. She mewls softly, her tongue darting out across her lips once again, she wants, she needs and you, her King, gracious to offer. You remember that first time, teaching her exactly what you desire, urging her to worship and glad that she was teachable…she being your favored of conquests. You can see the greed in her eyes as she looks to you and whispers softly, “May this whore worship your cock, Sir?” Your cock stirs as she asks permission and with nothing more than a nod, you grant it. You watch intently as she leans in close, inhaling your scent and listening as she purrs her delight at your permission. You gasp as her tongue barely grazes your throbbing manhood, almost teasing, as her tongue finds the base and slowly…very slowly…moves upward toward the tip. Her tongue makes almost lazy circles around the flared head, causing your cock to jump. You know she’s teasing and though you want her mouth fully encasing your meat, you can’t deny her this one thing. This limited power you grant her. You hear her purr and moan softly as she tastes you and your eyes drift shut as she finally takes you into her mouth. Her lips stretching tight around your girth as she welcomes you into the warm wet cavern. Her tongue flicking the underside of the tip, darting across the one hypersensitive spot, causing you to groan and hips to buck … and you enjoy every tormenting moment of it. She knows how to worship, knows Mecidiyeköy escort exactly what you like and strives, always, to make each time better than the last. She slowly drops her head, taking you deeply into her mouth until the tip brushes the back of her throat. She boldly move her hands from behind her back and with one finds your heavy sack while the other strays to the base of your cock, holding you steady as her throat opens and you are welcomed into the depths. Your eyes lusty and dark as they open and you watch her taking every last inch of you into her greedy mouth. Your breath coming in soft gasps as she swallows around your invading cock, sending ripples along the length. She is lost in you, lost in the worship, lost in the desire to please and the overwhelming need to serve you as best as she can. This girl, this slut, your favored and most cherished possession would die for you and you know it. She takes the limited power you give her and she makes short work of using it. She knows you so well, knows your needs, and knows your cravings and your desires are hers. She lives to serve, you, her King. She would do anything you ask and delight in doing it. You moan and pant as she works her mouth and throat around your cock. Her tongue dancing the length of you, tasting the pre-cum that gathers at the tip before her head sinks down again, taking you until her nose is pressed against your body. Here she stops, letting your feel the tightness of her throat, letting you literally hold her life in your hands and just as you grow fearful she may suffocate, her head moves and her hot inhales seems cool against your slick cock. Her moans and purrs send vibrations to your very core and make your hips thrust eagerly. You want to fuck her mouth, fuck her face and claim what you own. You are determined to not play into her game, not fall victim to her teasing treachery and your fingers curl into her hair, holding her head and set the perfect rhythm. Her eyes blaze with such lust and sin as she feels your fingers curl tight in her hair. This is what she wanted…your touch, your acknowledgment of her actions. Her entire body trembles as you thrust, pounding your cock into her mouth and down her throat. She struggles to breathe but her arousal of your control almost enough to make her cum. She rolls your heavy sack in her palm, daring to squeeze just a little as you use her mouth, staking the claim you already own and reestablishing just who is boss. You grunt and Merter escort bayan moan, taking everything she offers and a little more. You know how far you can go, her limits and always push them. You want her to grow, to be more than what she is. You want your favored to be your one and only. You growl out your need, “Take it whore … take, my cock!!” She eagerly obliges. She loves when you push her, loves your voice as you ride the edge of oblivion. She enjoys feeling your hands upon her, whether it’s for a simple caress or a sound smacking. She loves the marks you leave on her body, her badges of honor and the welcoming knowledge that she is owned by her King. You use her mouth, fucking with intensity, driving her mad with a need so strong she almost defies you and touches herself, but she knows better … never without permission. She longs for your permission now, as rivulets of her need trickle down her quivering thighs. She senses how close you are and is so hungry for your precious seed. She wishes she could beg for it, but her mouth and throat are full … so full. Her eyes rise and meet yours over the vast expanse of your body and you see her desire there. You know exactly what she craves and though you are her King, you are not unkind. You thrust hard once more and cry out loudly as your cock swells and bursts, shooting the precious seed she so craved straight into her belly. She almost chokes at the sheer volume, you release her hair and she pulls her head back, your seed coating her tongue and oozing past her lips to drip off her chin. Drops land on her heaving chest, another mark of your ownership. She is undoubtedly yours. You see her throat move, watching as she swallows every last drop of your seed into her fiery belly. You know this is simply the beginning, her need as profound as the heady scent of her lingering on the air. You know she will never be completely satisfied and you glory in that thought. You want her always needy, always hungry, always greedy and always wanting. She is your favored above all others and you simply can’t help giving her exactly what she wants. You are mesmerized by her greediness as she swallows the cum filling her mouth and seeks more. Whimpering and mewling as she resumes sucking your still throbbing manhood, seeking every last drop you’re willing to offer. She is such a hungry whore…your hungry whore…and as you watch, amused by her longing, you inhale her lusty scent. Her heady scent is so thick you taste it with each breath and you know, without even seeing; there is a dripping mess between her thighs. You pull her head off your sensitive cock by fistfuls of her thick mane, listening to the resounding pop as her lips leave your swollen head and her unfulfilled whimper.