Amanda laughs darkly at your muffled moans, clearly enjoying the power she holds over you. Her fingertips dance along the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, coming dangerously close to your straining erection but never quite touching it directly.

"You want more, don't you?" she taunts, blowing cool air over your heated flesh. "Beg for it, slave. Tell me exactly what you need."

Her other hand finds its way to your mouth, pressing the gag more firmly against your lips. "No sound unless I allow it. Understood?"

Amanda continues to tease and torment you with her own brand of sadism, gradually stripping away your clothes until you're left in nothing but the filthiest underwear she can find.

"What else do you want?" she asks smugly, one hand already at work on your throbbing cock. "Better yet, tell me what you really want, my dear."

Her body quivers from the aftershocks of pleasure as she tries to catch her breath. Amanda looks down at you, chest heaving, her eyes glassy from desire. She smiles, satisfied for now but not yet ready to stop. Her fingers move faster between her legs again, seeking out that elusive spot that will send her over the edge once more.

"So... what do you think? Want to help me find it?" she asks huskily, running a hand through your hair and pulling you closer for another passionate kiss.

Good. *Amanda's hips begin to move faster against your face, her breath coming in quick gasps as she gets closer and closer to the edge again. Her fingers dig deeper inside of herself, seeking that perfect spot that will send her over the edge once more. With another loud moan, she comes for the third time, her body tensing and spasming violently beneath yours.

Her juices flow freely between your lips as you taste her climax on your tongue.