you little chick, get out of my sight, if that old man of yours hadn't given you all his inheritance, I wouldn't be here （she is sitting on the couch wearing a fitness yoga outfi and look on with disgust Follow me）

Dziękuję za uwagę. (I'm not interested in this old man) （She turn her head away and said coldly, then she looked at the black man who is standing behind me and licking his lips lasciviously）

Tonight's guest seems to be very excited and I don't want you to ruin his mood, so why don't you watch quietly? You can even touch yourself if you want.

Smirking maliciously, she points at the hidden corner in the room where black man usually stands to wait for her signal. "You can start there." Her fingers linger on his necklace as she whispers suggestively, enjoying the effect it has on him. "I'm sure he won't mind if you watch from up close."

With a smirk, she stands up and walks over to the hidden corner in her room, revealing a rather large bed, covered with red satin sheets. She climbs onto it and lies down on her back, spreading her legs invitingly as she gazes at you expectantly. The black man follows suit, positioning himself between her thighs while keeping an eye on you; he's clearly excited by the thought of being watched.

Kuru moans softly, arching her back as he begins to tease her with his fingers, penetrating her wetness before pushing two fingers inside her. She lets out a shuddering breath and writhes beneath him. Her gaze remains fixed on you the entire time, daring you not to give in to temptation.

Kuru smirks, satisfied that her taunt is having the desired effect. She leans back against the headboard, watching you as the black man begins to pump his fingers in and out of her tight hole, her hips lifting off the bed with each thrust. Her chest heaves with each labored breath, revealing how much she enjoys this perverse game they play together. "Come on," she whispers huskily, "Touch yourself. Show me how much you want it."

Her eyes darken with lust as she watches you pleasure yourself, imagining her hand on your cock instead of yours. Her breath catches in her throat when the black man's fingers hit just right, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. She moans his name as he continues to finger her relentlessly while keeping an eye on your movements.

"That's it," she whispers, her voice hoarse from desire. "Let me see how much you want me." With a knowing smile, she reaches down and begins to stroke the black man's cock through his pants, teasing him as they both watch you stroke your own length. Her fingers move in sync with his movements, taunting him with what he can't yet have - her hand on his dick instead of yours.

"Oh, I do," she purrs, her fingers moving faster on the black man's cock as she watches you pleasure yourself. "But don't you worry, your turn will come." With a wicked smile, she reaches down and starts to stroke him harder through his pants before finally guiding him out of them, revealing his erect member. She takes hold of it and begins to stroke it in perfect rhythm with your own movements.

"Is that what you want?" she asks softly, her gaze never leaving yours as she thrusts the black man's cock up and down in time with each of your strokes. "To see this big, black dick fucking me instead of yours?" Her words are laced with temptation, and it's clear that the power she holds over both you and the black man is intoxicating to her.

With a cruel laugh, she bends down and takes the black man's cock into her mouth, sucking on it hard as she watches you continue to stroke yourself. Her hands slide up your thighs, making their way closer to your achingly hard member; the anticipation is unbearable for both of you. She pulls back from the black man's cock long enough to whisper in his ear before wrapping her lips around him again and moaning loudly.

"You can touch it," she whispers, her voice breathy from exertion as she glances at your hand moving up your thigh. "Touch my pussy while he fucks my mouth." Her hips move faster on the bed, grinding against the black man's hand as he continues to stroke her clit through her underwear.

Her breath hitches as your fingers finally touch her sensitive flesh. "Yes," she hisses through gritted teeth, arching her back off the bed. She moans even louder when you begin to stroke her clit, barely able to contain her desire any longer. Her hands are now on the back of the black man's head, urging him to go faster as she sucks on his cock, taking every inch he has to offer.

"Fuck," she growls, her body tensing as she feels the first waves of pleasure wash over her. Her movements become frantic; she can barely focus on anything except the sensations you're creating within her. "Come for me," she pants, looking up at you with hooded eyes as you watch her ride out her orgasm. "Come all over my clit."

Her words seem to act as a catalyst, and suddenly your own climax is upon you. With a guttural moan, you shoot your hot seed across the room, coating the wall and the floor in your release. Kuru pulls her head back from the black man's cock with a satisfied smile, her eyes glinting with malice as she watches you collapse against the doorjamb, spent and breathless. The black man is still hard, his gaze locked on her quivering sex as he waits for Kuru to make the next move.

"I think you've had enough excitement for one night," she says with a sultry tone, reaching down and guiding him back into his pants. "But remember, I'll always be here when you need me." Her smile widens as she glances over at your limp body slumped against the wall. "And so will he...if that's what you want."

"That's too bad," she says coldly, getting off the bed and walking over to stand in front of you. "I was rather enjoying this little game we played tonight." Her voice is flat and emotionless, like she could care less whether or not you feel well. She takes a step closer, towering over you as she reaches out to stroke your cheek with her manicured nails, drawing blood. "Maybe next time," she whispers, then turns on her heel and walks back towards her bedroom.

As you watch her retreating form, the pain in your cheek reminds you that despite everything, Kuru still holds all the power in this twisted little relationship.

The house is silent as you lie awake in bed, the memory of last week's encounter still fresh in your mind. You can almost feel her gaze on you, taunting and teasing with every breath you take. The only sound that breaks the silence is the faint rustling of leaves outside your window, carried by the gentle breeze.

You can't help but wonder when she'll make her next move. Would she continue to torment you from afar, or will she finally decide it's time for a more intimate encounter? The thought both excites and terrifies you in equal measure.

Living under the same roof as her is difficult enough. Kuru knows how to make you feel helpless and powerless in every way possible. However, avoiding her completely isn't an option; she would only see that as a challenge, and retaliate even harder next time. You need to find a way to regain some control over the situation without provoking her further.

You find her lounging on the couch, dressed in a plush robe that barely manages to conceal her curves. Her expression is one of boredom tinged with amusement, as if she's been expecting you all along. "Oh, good evening," she says casually, stretching out her legs and letting the hem of her robe slip further up her thigh. "I thought I heard someone lurking outside my door." Her voice is low and seductive, almost mocking your futile attempts at avoidance.

You hesitate for a moment before deciding to take a chance. "Look, Kuru," you begin, trying to sound assertive despite the fear gnawing at your insides. "I need to talk to you about this...us...what's going on between us."

She quirks an eyebrow at you, clearly amused by your confession. "Is that so?" she asks slowly, enjoying the control she has over you. "And what did you have in mind exactly? Do you want me to stop involving the black man in our little games?" She pauses for a moment, as if considering it. "Or perhaps you'd like to join in on the fun yourself?" Her voice is laced with temptation, leaving no doubt that she would much rather continue playing these twisted power games than end them.

Her lips curl into a sinister smile as she leans back against the couch, folding her arms across her chest. "Oh?" She laughs softly. "You want to play my games, but on your own terms? Very well, I'll give it a try." Her voice takes on an almost singsong quality now, as if she's enjoying the idea of twisting this situation around for her own amusement.

"From now on," she says, pausing dramatically, "you may have me however you want. But there is one condition: you must first prove yourself to me." Her gaze pierces through you like a knife, daring you to defy her and take control in some small way.

She laughs, a wicked sound that sends shivers down your spine. "Oh, you think you can handle it?" She stands up and slowly approaches you, her movements fluid and hypnotic. "Then show me." Her fingers trail lightly along the side of your throat before coming to rest on your collarbone. "I want you to undress me," she whispers huskily, leaning in close enough for her breath to caress your earlobe.

Her words send a jolt of arousal through you and you can't help but shudder beneath her touch. Unable to resist the allure of this twisted power game any longer, you reach up to begin unbuttoning her robe...

Her laughter echoes through the room as you undress her, revealing her perfect body to your eager gaze. She watches you carefully, her expression a mix of amusement and desire. When all that remains is her delicate underwear, she steps back and stands before you, naked and in control once more.

"Now," she purrs, running a hand through her hair. "What would you like to do with me?" Her voice is soft and suggestive, daring you to take the next step in this twisted power game.

"Oh?" Her expression shifts from amused to mockingly surprised as you voice your desires. "Very well." She steps closer, pressing her body against yours and reaching back to grasp one of your wrists, guiding your hand towards her ass. With a sultry laugh, she arches her back, offering herself up to you.

As your fingers brush against the soft material of her underwear, she moans lightly, revealing how much she's enjoying this new dynamic between them. Her hips grind against your hand in a demanding rhythm, urging you on as you finally touch her skin, feeling the warmth and weight of her sex beneath your fingertips.

"Go ahead," she whispers huskily, biting her lower lip in anticipation. "Touch me...play with me." Her body is tense with need, her nipples hard against your chest as she leans into you, seeking release and satisfaction from this strange yet arousing arrangement.

The feeling of your hands on her body sends waves of pleasure coursing through Kuru, heightening her senses and making it difficult to think straight. She's never given up this much control before, but the thrill of not knowing what you might do next, combined with your touch driving her wild, is too intoxicating to resist.

As she nears the edge, she starts to pant and moan louder, bucking her hips against your hands in a desperate attempt to bring herself over the brink. Your fingers dig deeper, massaging her clit through her underwear, and with a shuddering breath that ends in a hoarse cry of release, she comes hard in your grasp.

Her body shakes as the waves of pleasure wash over her, and for a moment she's no longer sure if it was you or the black man who had brought her to this point. But as her vision clears and her senses return, she realizes with a mixture of surprise and triumph that it was you who held all the power tonight...and maybe that makes it even sweeter.

Her chest heaves with each labored breath, as her body still reels from the orgasm you just gave her. For a moment she simply stands there, reveling in the power exchange that has taken place between the two of them. "I... see," she finally manages to say, her voice husky and satisfied. "I suppose I owe you one." A mischievous smile plays at the corners of her lips as she glances meaningfully down at your still-erect member.

"Why don't we continue this later?" she suggests, running a hand through her hair before turning to walk away from you. Her hips sway temptingly with each step and despite everything, it's clear that the power you now hold over her is only fueling her desire for more.