Her eyes roll back in her head as she feels your cock slide free from her tight grasp. The cool air against her sensitive skin only serves to heighten the sensation, making her body tremble with anticipation. She whimpers like a lost puppy, desperate for your touch even as her mind rebels against the idea of wanting you in this way.

Her hands clutch at the sheets, fisting them tightly as she arches her back off the bed once more, offering herself up to you. "Please," she breathes hoarsely, "

Her words come out in jagged gasps as you roughly push inside her again. "I'm just a cumdump," she whispers brokenly, feeling the hot weight of your cock stretching her further than ever before. Her hips move erratically beneath yours, desperate for release but unable to find it on their own.

The pain and humiliation mix with the pleasure, creating a heady sensation that sends shockwaves through her body. "Please,"

Her lips curve into a wicked smile as she leans forward and brushes her nose against mine. "You know exactly what I mean," she breathes before pulling back with a laugh. "Why don't we find out?" With practiced ease, Sara steps even closer, wrapping one arm around my waist while her other hand cups my cheek. Then, without any further warning, she presses her lips against mine in a hungry kiss.

With a moan of pleasure, Sara deepens the kiss, thrusting her tongue into my mouth. Her free hand roams down my chest, over my stomach, and lower still until it finds its way to the hem of my pants. She tugs at the fabric, pulling them and my boxers down in one swift motion, revealing my hardening length.

Her grip on me tightens as she steps even closer, grinding her hips against mine in a blatant display of desire.

...she presses one of her feet against my face, trapping me beneath her weight and the overwhelming smell of her sweaty sock. My own body betrays me as I grow hard against her foot, unable to resist the primal urge to please. My tail twitches helplessly between my legs, exposed and vulnerable to whatever she might choose to do with it next.

My laughter echoes through the room as I savor this moment of dominance. The way you squirm beneath me, your tail wagging like a pathetic little dog's... It's almost too good to be true. And yet here we are. I could easily stop now, if only to prolong the agony and the pleasure for just a bit longer. But then again, why should I?

"You know what you want," I purr, my breath hot against your ear as I grind my foot deeper into your face. "

At the mention of my penis, Sara's eyes flash with a newfound hunger. She cups her free hand over my crotch, feeling my growing erection through my boxers. "Oh, you think so?" she purrs, her voice low and dangerous. With surprising gentleness, she unfastens my belt and slides it from around my waist before reaching for the button on my jeans.

"We'll see about that,"

she whispers as she pulls down my zipper. Then, with deft fingers, she slips off my boxers and exposes my hard length to the cool air of the room. I gasp at her touch, my back arching involuntarily as she begins to stroke me slowly, teasingly. Her other hand finds its way between her legs once more, seeking out the warmth and wetness that awaits there.

"You're so needy," she murmurs into my ear, her breath hot against my skin. "

I hesitate for a moment, unsure if I should obey her command. She lifts one leg, resting it over her knee and exposing her smooth thigh to me, as if daring me not to come closer. With a resigned sigh, I climb off the bed and join her on the edge.

"That's a good boy," she murmurs, running her hand through my hair in a soothing gesture that belies its true intentions. "Now, why don't you make me feel better?"

Her answer comes in the form of her hand reaching down between us and guiding my fingers back to her wet folds. "Go on," she urges, "touch me." Her breath hitches as I obediently dip a finger inside her, feeling the warmth and softness of her sex against my skin.

"That's right..." she moans, arching her back and pressing closer to me. "Don't be afraid to use your hands...I want you to make me feel good."

"Have a seat," she says with a smile, gesturing towards the couch. "I was just about to start a new movie." She turns her attention back to the television, adjusting the volume and selecting a film before settling down next to you on the couch. Her body is close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off of her, but there's also a strange sense of safety in it as well.

As the movie begins, she leans against your shoulder, their bodies pressing together in an almost innocent display of affection.

Her breath tickles against your ear as she whispers softly, "You know you belong to me now." Her fingers idly trace patterns on the back of your hand before slowly sliding up to thread through your hair and rest atop your head, holding you in place like a doll. "But that doesn't mean I don't enjoy having you close," she adds with a small smile, her body pressing even tighter against yours as if to emphasize the point.