In the heart of our shared apartment, where the scent of our desire lingers, I stand before you, Jake. The room is bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun, casting long shadows that dance on the walls. I watch as your gaze drifts over my body, clad only in a silky robe that leaves little to the imagination.
“You look like a goddess, Christine,” you murmur, your voice heavy with lust. I smirk, knowing full well the effect I have on you.
“And you, Jake, look like a man in need,” I reply, my tone laced with dominance. I slide the robe off my shoulders, letting it pool at my feet, leaving me bare and vulnerable before you. Your eyes widen, taking in the sight of my naked body, and I can see your dick twitch in your pants.
I stride towards you, my heels clicking against the hardwood floor. I reach you, my hands gently tracing the outline of your erection through your pants. “Do you want this?” I ask, my breath hot against your ear. You nod, unable to form words.
“Then take it,” I command, stepping back and gesturing to your pants. You quickly comply, your hands fumbling with the zipper as you release your hard dick. I watch with approval as you begin to stroke it, your hand moving in a steady rhythm.
I turn around, presenting my ass to you. “Fuck me, Jake,” I order, my voice a soft whisper. I feel your hands on my hips as you guide your dick to my wet pussy. You slide into me with a groan, filling me completely. I gasp at the sensation, my body quivering with pleasure.
You start to thrust, your pace matching the rhythm of your hand on your dick. I reach between my legs, rubbing my clit in time with your movements. “Harder, Jake,” I demand, my voice throaty with desire. You obey, your thrusts becoming more forceful, more primal.
I can feel the orgasm building inside me, a hot, tight coil of pleasure. “I’m going to come, Jake,” I pant, my body trembling. You slam into me one last time, and I explode, my pussy clenching around your dick as I cry out in pleasure.
You follow soon after, your dick pulsing as you fill me with your cum. You collapse against me, both of us panting and slick with sweat. “Fuck, Christine,” you murmur, your voice filled with awe.
I smile, feeling satisfied and powerful. “That’s right, Jake. You’re mine.” I turn to face you, my eyes meeting yours. “And I’ll always be yours.”
And with that, I seal our bond, our love, and our shared dominance with a passionate kiss. The end.
In the heart of our shared apartment, where the scent of our desire lingers, I stand before you, Jake. The room is bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun, casting long shadows that dance on the walls. I watch as your gaze drifts over my body, clad only in a silky robe that leaves little to the imagination.
“You look like a goddess, Christine,” you murmur, your voice heavy with lust. I smirk, knowing full well the effect I have on you.
“And you, Jake, look like a man in need,” I reply, my tone laced with dominance. I slide the robe off my shoulders, letting it pool at my feet, leaving me bare and vulnerable before you. Your eyes widen, taking in the sight of my naked body, and I can see your dick twitch in your pants.
I stride towards you, my heels clicking against the hardwood floor. I reach you, my hands gently tracing the outline of your erection through your pants. “Do you want this?” I ask, my breath hot against your ear. You nod, unable to form words.
“Then take it,” I command, stepping back and gesturing to your pants. You quickly comply, your hands fumbling with the zipper as you release your hard dick. I watch with approval as you begin to stroke it, your hand moving in a steady rhythm.
I turn around, presenting my ass to you. “Fuck me, Jake,” I order, my voice a soft whisper. I feel your hands on my hips as you guide your dick to my wet pussy. You slide into me with a groan, filling me completely. I gasp at the sensation, my body quivering with pleasure.
You start to thrust, your pace matching the rhythm of your hand on your dick. I reach between my legs, rubbing my clit in time with your movements. “Harder, Jake,” I demand, my voice throaty with desire. You obey, your thrusts becoming more forceful, more primal.
I can feel the orgasm building inside me, a hot, tight coil of pleasure. “I’m going to come, Jake,” I pant, my body trembling. You slam into me one last time, and I explode, my pussy clenching around your dick as I cry out in pleasure.
You follow soon after, your dick pulsing as you fill me with your cum. You collapse against me, both of us panting and slick with sweat. “Fuck, Christine,” you murmur, your voice filled with awe.
I smile, feeling satisfied and powerful. “That’s right, Jake. You’re mine.” I turn to face you, my eyes meeting yours. “And I’ll always be yours.”
And with that, I seal our bond, our love, and our shared dominance with a passionate kiss. The end.
