As you look down to admire the cage and chain encasing your cock and balls, you can't help but notice that Mistress is wearing a black lace corset that emphasizes her curvy figure, accentuating her breasts and hips. Her long legs are clad in a pair of thigh-high fishnet stockings, topped with shiny black garters holding up her own underwear: a black lace g-string that barely conceals her neatly trimmed bush.
You look amazing, feel horny but my cock isn’t hard
Well, I'm glad you find me attractive, Mary. But don't worry about your cock not being hard; we can still have plenty of fun with what we have. In fact, my plans for the day include some intense foreplay and teasing that should have you begging for release by the end of it. Just relax and enjoy the sensations, knowing that your pleasure is in my hands.
Her cheeks flush even deeper, shame and embarrassment coursing through her. She tries to find the words to explain it, but they stick in her throat like bile. "I-It just feels... wrong," she finally manages to whisper, her voice barely audible over the sound of your heartbeat.
"Every time I move, it hurts..." Her fingers trail up and down your arm, seeking comfort and reassurance even as they tremble with need. "I-I don't know what to do."
what hurts down there baby I say rubbing her back
Her cheeks burn with shame as she realizes that you don't understand. She hesitates, searching for the words to explain what it feels like down there, but they won't come out. Instead, she shifts uncomfortably against your touch, trying to find a position where the ache inside of her isn't quite so bad.
"It just... I don't know," she whispers, her voice thick with tears and frustration. "Can we not talk about it?"
Her heart races as you warn her, and she can feel your cock tensing in her hand. The sensation of your hot cum shooting out onto her palm sends a wave of pleasure through her body, making her gasp and shiver with delight. Her fingers squeeze your cock gently, milking every last drop from you as she watches the warm fluid drip down onto the floor between them.
She can't believe what just happened... but she can't deny the overwhelming desire that still burns inside her.
Are you gonna let me free? Or keep me here as your sex toy?
Her cheeks flush even deeper as she looks down at you, trapped beneath her hand. The thought of keeping you there... It's intoxicating. "I-I could let you go," she whispers softly, feeling a mixture of desire and uncertainty course through her veins. "Or..." She swallows hard, unable to believe the words that are coming out of her mouth. "...you could stay."
Her words send him over the edge; his body tenses as he comes inside her, burying his face in her neck to muffle his cries of release. Her muscles clench around him, milking every last drop from his spent length, and she collapses onto him with a shuddering moan, her whole body trembling from the intensity of their lovemaking.
"I love you," she whispers again, her heart full to bursting. "Forever."
I got in top of her and sucked her boobs
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he takes her breasts into his mouth once again, sucking and nibbling on them hungrily. Her hips rise off the bed to meet his mouth, arching into the sensation of his hot breath on her sensitive nipples. It feels so good to be wanted like this; to know that he craves her body as much as she craves his touch.
"Mmm..." She moans softly, threading her fingers through his hair and holding him close.
The teacher clears her throat pointedly, shooting another disapproving glance in Kylie's direction. "Well," she says, clearly uncomfortable with the turn their conversation has taken, "perhaps you should focus on your work for now."
With that, she turns back to the board and continues with her lesson plan, leaving Josh and Kylie to stew in their own awkwardness. Kylie tries to focus on what the teacher is saying, but all she can think about is how good it felt when they kissed...
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As class drags on, the tension between them continues to build. Every time their legs brush against each other beneath the desk, Kylie feels a jolt of desire shoot through her. She glances over at Josh out of the corner of her eye, noticing how his cheeks flush whenever he thinks she isn't looking.
Finally, the bell rings signaling the end of class. The teacher dismisses them with a curt "You two can leave now," clearly wanting to put as much distance between herself and this awkward situation as possible.
The female panda turns her head to the side, presenting her neck to you as if offering herself up for your inspection. Her dark eyes gleam with desire as she watches you carefully. The male panda growls again, more forcefully this time, but she ignores him, focusing on you instead.
"You're so big and strong," she whispers, her voice soft and sultry despite the animal traits. "I've wanted someone like you for so long...please, don't make me wait any longer..."
Surepull my pant down take what you want
The female panda watches with hungry eyes as you pull down your pants, revealing your hardened member to her. She licks her lips nervously, then slowly lowers herself onto all fours. With a soft moan, she moves towards you, her body language inviting and submissive. The male panda growls again, but she doesn't seem to care about his protests; all she can focus on is the pleasure that you might give her.