The second I walked in, I put on the vibe. “On your knees, baby,” I purred, and he practically melted. I made him strip right there in the foyer, my eyes tracing every nervous shiver. I pulled out the black lace bra and panties. “This is what you’ll wear for me tonight.” The way he blushed putting them on? Iconic.
Once he was dressed, I sat on his couch and guided him over my knee. The first smack on his ass made him gasp, and I was like, “You like that, don’t you?” He was nodding, already a mess. I spanked him until his cheeks were pink and he was moaning into the cushion.
Then came the main event. I strapped on my favorite purple silicone dick—no cap, it’s the GOAT. I pushed him onto his back on the rug, his legs in the air. “You’ve been so good for me,” I whispered, lining up the head with his tight hole. I didn’t go slow. I sheathed the whole thing in one smooth, brutal thrust. His eyes rolled back, and he let out this choked-off moan. “Yes, Mistress!” The sound of my hips slapping against his lace-covered ass was everything. I fucked him hard, owning him completely, until we were both sweating and he was begging for me to let him cum. Sheesh. What a night.Low-key obsessed? Spill more tea here or peep other stories!
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