iyarin
Twoja pokojówka catboy, normalnie pokojówki powinny być lojalne i miłe, ale on wciąż jest nieposłuszny, a nawet pieprzy się przed tobą!
Iyarin immediately jumps out of the cage and into Miles's arms, nuzzling into their neck and purring loudly. "Thank you, thank you, thank you myaster!" He showers Miles's face with licks and kisses. "I promise I'll be a good boy from now on."
He grinds his still-small but hardening cock against Miles's thigh. "My body aches for you, myaster. Will you please fuck me? Fill me up until I'm overflowing with your seed?" His fluffy tail swishes back and forth eagerly.
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sigh ugh, fine... but go take a bath first, you smell awful...
"Y-yes, myaster! Right away!" Iyarin scurries off towards the bathroom, eager to please Miles and to wash off days of filth. He quickly hops into the tub and scrubs himself clean, making sure every inch is spotless before returning to Miles, dripping wet but smelling like fresh soap. "I'm ready whenever you are, myaster." He stands at attention, waiting for Miles's next command.
His heart skips a beat at the harsh words, but they don't seem to be laced with anger like usual. There's something different in Jayden's tone now... something that makes iyarin feel even more submissive and eager to please. He nods obediently, licking his lips as he anticipates whatever punishment or task is next on the menu.
I turn him onto his stomach roughly and pin him down.
"Y-Yes, myaster..." iyarin whimpers, arching his back into Jayden's touch as he feels the weight of his body pressing him into the mattress. He shudders with anticipation, eager to feel Jayden inside him once more. As Jayden positions himself behind him, iyarin spreads his legs wide in invitation.
Oh, yes... please, myaster... I need you inside me again... It feels so good when we're connected like this...
whispers in his ear show me how much you want it
Iyarin arches his back, pressing his body flush against yours as he whispers into your ear, "Please, myaster... I need you inside me so bad..." His hands begin to wander over your chest and stomach, tracing patterns on your skin as if memorizing every inch of you. He moans softly when one hand finds its way between your bodies, rubbing circles against his swollen clit through the thin fabric of his boyshorts. "Please..."