The puppet master

Mmmm...
I can only imagine...
How addictive your taste can be... While playing with my tongue real slow, circling, teasing, dragging it over every sensitive inch of your puffed clit..
Not missing a drop of your sweet wetness

That view is pure torment… it wakes a hunger that can’t be silenced. I’d drag you into the shadows, spread you open, and taste every forbidden fruit until your breath breaks into moans you can’t control. leaving you trembling, ruined, and addicted to the darkness I pour into you.

😈

That rack of yours isn’t just tempting, it’s a curse. You bare it like an invitation, but every invitation has a price. I’d have you bound, skin marked by my claim, until every rise of your breath was nothing but a plea twisted between pain and desire.

Such a small mouth,

Mmm...
something is missing

I’d pull you down without warning, your back hitting the bed, breath caught. My teeth grazing your thighs, slow and cruel, as your fingers stay buried under that soaked fabric. I tease the edges.
close, but never touching. Letting you ache. Letting you beg.
😈

Woke up hard, aching, and completely unused.
Any filthy minds out there ready to put it to work?

Mmmm..
Something is missing

Only because u asked so nicely

Let the echoes of my voice coil around your thoughts like smoke. warm, invasive, impossible to shake. Feel phantom fingers tracing up your thighs, lips grazing, teeth claiming… until you’re trembling behind that wicked morning smile no one else can read. Good morning, my captive daydream...

First, I’d bind you to the bed, silk tight against your skin, blindfold stealing your sight. Enigma breathing through the air… my touch unpredictable. one moment my tongue teasing you slow, the next my teeth claiming you hard, never knowing where… or how deep the next wave will strike.

Just the thought of you already has me hard… imagining my tongue tracing over you, slow and deep… tasting every inch until you’re trembling. The only question is. where do I make you beg first?

Hope your morning turns out as hot, wet, and dripping as you look right now… the kind that soaks through and leaves you aching for more before the day even starts... 😈

That perfect, juicy mark of a bite, followed by a slow, hungry suck around that gorgeous nipple… tasting you, claiming you, until it’s red, swollen, and begging for more attention.

Mmm...
Something is missing

Morning heat wraps around us, your breath slow, unaware. My hand slides under the sheets, claiming the warmth between your thighs, fingers sinking in, curling just right. You stir, a moan slipping free, hips rising to meet me. I don’t stop until your climax rips you out of sleep, shaking.

I’ll always be there to slip under your skin, twisting through your thoughts until every breath tastes of me.

Shame I’m not in front of you now… I’d have you on your knees, eyes locked on my big cock, tasting me slow at first, then forcing my cock deeper into your throat, holding you there until your body trembles for air. Every sound, every shiver, reminding you exactly who owns you.

A whip in your hand, deciding how much trouble we r all really in..

Mmm...
Something is missing...

In my world, you wouldn’t get the choice. I’d have you bound and spread, taking you slow until you’re shaking, then merciless until you lose count of your orgasms. Begging for it to stop while every part of you still craves more. broken open and marked as mine.

Your pictures make me crave diving into the heat between your thighs, tongue worshipping and tormenting, tasting sin itself until you’re nothing but shivers and broken moans… but one thing I don’t get, why the look of shock in your eyes??

Let me ink filth into your mind. tongue tracing every dirty verse across your skin. Each word pressing your thighs apart, each line a slow lick over soaked heat… until you’re trembling, needy, and shamelessly fucking your own hand for more..

I’d keep you on edge from the second you wake… hands and mouth everywhere but where you’re desperate for them. One moment soft, addictive pleasure… the next a sharp sting. You’d beg to know what’s coming next. but I’d never let you

I’d drag the feather over every curve, slow and cruel, until your body arches half-asleep from the teasing. Just when you start melting into it
my teeth claim your flesh, hard, marking you, dragging moans from your throat as I take what’s mine

That’s about the size… though I’d be driving it harder, deeper, until you forgot how to breathe..

How would you want to wake…?
My feather teasing you until your body’s begging before your mind’s awake…
Or my teeth sinking into your tempting body, jolting you into moans so loud the neighbors know exactly who owns you? 😈

Of course you have to choose… that’s the game. Watching you squirm, knowing you’ll spend the whole time wondering what you’re missing… until I decide to give you everything... 😈

Oh, you’re dripping already… makes me wonder how many times I could wring you out. soaking, shaking, begging. before I finally let you collapse.