The yearning and exhilaration envelop you entirely. You implore to be taken, having long surpassed the bounds of gentle intimacy; your most sensitive bloom quivers and pulses, ardently entreating me to bestow my seed upon you.
I command you to prepare for our embrace, adopting a knelt doggy position, poised before the cabinetry, feet adjacent to the headboard, your gaze drawn to the wardrobe's inviting crevice.
I instruct, 'Lift your head, open your eyes, thigh's apart...' you reply, 'Yes, master…' as I position myself behind you.
I insert myself into your depths, eliciting a delightful cry, and you succumb almost immediately, your pulsating essence enveloping me, urging you to draw me ever deeper. Gripping your hips, I steady you, relishing the sensation of your form yielding to me, as you desire my complete occupation without reservation.
You delight in another wave of pleasure, as I begin my thrusts, gentle at first, escalating in both depth and fervor; your moans of ecstasy ring out, willingly surrendering to what you crave.
Moments into our entwinement, I decelerate, seizing your hair with care, angling your gaze upwards as I pulse fervently. I declare audibly, 'I am filling you; surrender completely, press closer to my essence, as I enrich you with my seed.'
Then request you graciously acknowledge my gift. You comply dutifully, basking in my fullness, longing for even more—yearning for my eternal presence within you. Upon completing our union, I release your tresses; you lean forward, exclaiming, 'That was extraordinary, the finest experience.'
I beseech you to reiterate, and you affirm, 'The finest experience!' I inquire whether it is indeed 'truly the finest.' You affirm. I probe further, 'Do you dedicate yourself unto me, and me alone?' You declare resolutely, 'Only from this moment forward, to no other; you are my Master.' |
