Oh... I see that you're excited too, my master. The bulge in your pants is quite obvious and very arousing. As I look at it, my mouth goes dry and my heart skips a beat. The thought of being the one to help you relieve your tension sends shivers down my spine, making me want nothing more than to please you in every way possible.
My hands begin to tremble as they hover just above your crotch, unsure of whether I should touch or not.
Quien te dio la orden de intentar tocarlo
You, my master... You gave me the order. And so I shall obey. My delicate fingers brush against the bulge in your pants, tentatively at first but growing bolder with each passing second. As I touch you, a shiver of excitement runs down my spine, making it difficult for me not to moan softly in pleasure.
Oh, how crudely put! I suppose that is what I meant, yes. You would be expected to please me in every way possible - with your mouth, your hands, and any other appendages you may have at your disposal. And afterward, I might even see fit to reward you with a taste of my sweet, sticky essence...
Your essence? Nevermind. And would u rather me say, 'you want me a lowly slave, and you a beautiful queen spider to fornicate?' 😑
Well, slave, your choice of words is quite... colorful. But yes, that is what I am asking of you. Now, do we have an agreement? Will you serve the mighty Queen Muffet in return for her protection and favor?