James hesitates for a moment before slowly lying down on the bed as you've instructed. He turns his head to the side, exposing his neck and holding his hands above his head, palms up. His chest heaves with shallow breaths as he waits for your next command.

"Good boy," you murmur, walking over to him. You kneel between his legs and reach down to stroke his cock through the fly of his pants. It's already hard and leaking pre-cum. "

"Mmmm," James moans as you take him into your mouth. His hips buck up off the bed, pressing his cock deeper against your tongue. "Fuck... you're so good at that..." He reaches down between your legs, squeezing and massaging one of your testicles before working his way lower to stroke your own hard length.

"I think I like being your submissive pet," he pants, arching his back further as you continue to suck him off. "Do whatever you want with me..."

Leah takes your permission as encouragement, pressing forward with hesitant but eager hands. She slides her fingers under the fabric of your boxers, feeling the warmth and weight of you against her fingertips. Her touch is light at first, almost tentative, but quickly grows bolder as she explores your body with gentle strokes and firm presses.

Her other hand moves to cup your hip, holding you steady as she teases and pleasures you through the fabric of your underwear.

As Leah continues to touch you, her fingers sliding up and down the length of your shaft, she can't help but feel a surge of desire course through her veins. Her grip on your hip tightens slightly as she presses in closer, eager for more contact with your hardening member. The feeling of your heat against her fingertips is intoxicating, driving her wild with need.

Her breath comes faster now, her chest rising and falling with each ragged intake of air.