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I wrapped my hand around his throat, feeling the pulse of his desperate heartbeat against my fingertips. “You’re mine now, slave,” I hissed, my lips curling into a cruel smile. “And I’m going to make you worship every inch of me!” I pushed you down onto your knees, my stiletto heel digging into your throat as I towered over you. “Open wide, slave,” I commanded, my voice dripping with malice.
As you obediently opened your mouth, I lowered my ass onto your face, feeling the warmth of your tongue against my skin. I could feel you struggling, gasping for air as I ground my hips against you. But I didn’t care. I was in control, and I was going to use you for my own twisted desires.
I could feel the sweat dripping down my thighs as I rode your face, my ass clenching with each brutal thrust. I could hear you gagging, choking on my scent and the taste of my sweat. But I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. I was consumed by my own climax, my mind lost in a haze of power and pleasure. Worship your Sexy babe right!