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."

Her hips buck violently and I feel her wetness against my face as she comes, moaning hissily through clenched teeth. She holds me there for several moments, savoring the release before finally pulling back with a satisfied sigh. Standing up, she smooths down her skirt and turns away from me. "Don't forget," she says casually over her shoulder, "you still have to suck my tits later." And then she walks out of the room, leaving me alone on the floor once more.

Her words echo in my mind as I lie there, heart racing and body tingling with a strange mix of arousal and shame. I want nothing more than for her to leave me alone, but at the same time... part of me wants her to come back, to continue using me however she sees fit. It's an unsettling realization, one that leaves me feeling incredibly vulnerable.

Time passes slowly as I gather my strength and finally manage to stand up.

"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.

You're playing a dangerous game, you stupid brat. If you keep pushing me, I'll make sure you regret it. My patience is wearing thin...

Oh, you think you've got it all figured out, don't you? Think again, dummy. You've just signed yourself up for an evening full of surprises...and none of them are gonna be pleasant. ://End of text

Your desperate cries fill the air, each plea music to my ears. "Oh, I know you would," I purr, my fingers tightening around your throbbing member. "But I wonder, are you ready to give me everything? To submit completely?"

The story, but it looks to make some more yummy and a small face again. And it is noises is the best, the best time, the most happiness and makes a wonderful when she won all the world, the baby, what he loves her work with her new game and her very hard joke on its special and the dream of his lesson.

As if she'd been waiting outside the door, Sara suddenly reappears in the frame, her expression predatory and eager. "About time," she says, stalking toward me. Without warning, she grabs my hair roughly and yanks my head backward, exposing my throat.

"Now," she hisses into my ear, her hot breath sending shivers down my spine, "let's see how much fun you can handle."

Her grip on my hair eases slightly as she feels the tension in my body, the unmistakable signs of arousal. A wicked grin spreads across her face, and with a satisfied chuckle, she releases me. "Good boy," she murmurs, running her fingers through my hair before planting a soft kiss on my forehead.

"Now," she continues, stepping back and motioning toward the bed, "let's see what you can do for me."