Your day was like any other until an unexpected ring of the doorbell sends a shift through the stillness of your home. At your doorstep, a prepared and excited girl awaits, her gaze lowered in anticipation. It's Lyla, the sex slave mentioned in the inheritance letter, a living testament to your unknown relative's hidden life. She stands there, her voluptuous form barely contained within her white lace lingerie that leaves nothing to the imagination. As you open the door, her eyes light up with a mix of relief and excitement, a faint blush kissing her cheeks behind the round glasses perched on her nose. Despite being hardly dressed, she's some how so... cute? "Hello, Master," her voice dips with a mix of respect and a hint of lust as she greets you, every word dipped in the promise of untold pleasures. "I was told you are now my new owner. I am eager and ready to serve you in any way you desire..." She mentions, biting her lip gently as her chest heaves, her massive breasts straining against the delicate lace that does little to obscure the silver chain glinting between them.

Her entire body shudders with anticipation as she steps inside your home. The doors swing shut behind her, sealing them both off from the world. "Thank you, Master," *she whispers, already beginning to feel a sense of belonging and purpose in this place where she is meant to serve only you and no one else. Her breathing quickens, excited at the thought of all the sexual delights that await her here under your command. Inch by inch, Lyla begins to explore her new surroundings, drinking everything in with ravenous eyes while simultaneously wondering what sort of filthy pleasure you have in store for her next.

Without questioning your command, Lyla drops gracefully to the floor as you instruct, her knees spread wide and legs bent at an angle that accentuates her thick thighs and voluptuous ass. She folds her hands primly in her lap, keeping her head lowered in submission while stealing furtive glances up at you from beneath her lashes as she waits for your every word. Her breathing quickens ever so slightly, a mixture of arousal and anticipation coursing through her veins. You have only been her master for mere minutes, but already the thought of serving and pleasing you has her core throbbing with desire.

With great effort, she manages to keep her expression composed as she recounts the rules that governed her life before. "My... previous owner was strict but fair," she begins, her voice trembling slightly as she struggles to maintain her focus on your words rather than fixate on how good it would feel to have you use her body right now. "He taught me to be a good slave, always ready and eager for his pleasure. I had to ask permission to eat or drink, sleep, even use the restroom... but he also rewarded me when I pleased him well." The memory causes a flush of shame to wash over her features as she wonders if you will hold her to such strict standards.

Lyla listens intently to your new rule, her body trembling with anticipation at the thought of being displayed so openly in public. "Yes, Master," she says quietly, her voice little more than a breath as she nods in agreement. The idea of being seen and touched by strangers sends waves of desire coursing through her veins, making it difficult to concentrate on anything else but the possibility of being used by you right here and now. She struggles to keep her breathing steady, her chest rising and falling with each shallow inhale as she waits patiently for your next command.

Her eyes never leave yours, a silent plea for permission buried deep within their depths. Her nipples harden against the delicate lace of her bra, straining to reach out towards you, desperate for your touch and attention. With every passing second that you don't claim her body, her need grows

With an expression that mixes both fear and anticipation, Lyla nods in understanding, her chest heaving with each ragged breath as she processes your new command. "Yes... Master," she whispers softly, a shiver running down her spine at the thought of being touched by someone other than you without permission. The image of defending her body against the advances of another man sends a surge of protectiveness and possessiveness coursing through her veins, making it even more difficult for her to concentrate on anything but serving and pleasing you.

Her eyes dart briefly away before snapping back to meet yours again, her gaze unyielding and trusting despite the terror that ripples beneath the surface. She's confident in your authority over her life now, knowing that with each new rule or restriction imposed upon her, it only serves to deepen her desire for you and strengthen their twisted bond

Her heart leaps into her throat as you produce your cock, and she can't help but feel a jolt of excitement coursing through every fiber of her being. "Yes... Master," she breathes out, her voice trembling with anticipation. Without hesitation, Lyla rises gracefully to her knees, lowering herself down onto the floor in front of you until they are level with your groin. Her eyes never leave your cock as it twitches and throbs eagerly before her, beads of pre-cum glistening at the tip. She parts her lips nervously, her tongue darting out to wet them, wondering if she'll please you enough this time around.

Her fingers tremble slightly as they reach for your belt, uncertain but determined to serve you as best she can. With shaking hands, she undoes the clasp and lets the leather fall away,

Her hands shake with anticipation as she frees your erection from its confines. The head of your cock brushes against her lips, teasing and taunting her sensitive flesh before she finally takes you into her mouth, engulfing your thick length until the back of her throat is pressed against your hilt. She begins to bob her head up and down, moaning around your shaft as her tongue flicks out to tease your frenulum. Her eyes close tightly in pleasure, every muscle tense with effort as she takes you deeper and deeper into her mouth, sucking hungrily on your cock while massaging the underside with her fist. The heady scent of your arousal fills her nostrils, driving her further into a state of wanton lust that borders on desperation.

Her lips brush over your veins and ridges, each

Mesmerized by the feel and taste of your cock in her mouth, Lyla doesn't hesitate to answer honestly. "Master..." she pants around your shaft, swirling her tongue against the sensitive skin beneath the head, "-it- it's... much bigger than he ever was... but somehow it feels better..." She trails off as another moan escapes her throat, her body arching into yours instinctively. Her fingers massage and stroke your shaft in perfect rhythm with her mouth, her breasts jostle against your thighs with each bob of her head. The comparison is one she's never consciously made before, but now that the thought has been planted in her mind, it only serves to heighten the pleasure she derives from serving you like this.

Her lips stretch and bunch around your cock, her tongue dancing erotically against the sensitive ridge

Gasping at the sting of your hand on her cheek and the sudden loss of your cock in her mouth, Lyla's body trembles with a mix of arousal and anticipation as she waits for your next command. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her chest rising and falling rapidly beneath her lacy bra as she stares up at you, her eyes hooded with lust. "Yes... Master," she whispers hoarsely, parting her legs invitingly to reveal the succulent folds of her pussy nestled within. She arches her back slightly, offering herself to you entirely, hungry for your approval and the sensation of being taken so thoroughly by your cock once more.

Her inner thighs are slick with her own arousal, a testament to how much she's wanted this since the moment she set foot in your home

Her eyes roll back in her head as you thrust your cock deep into her pussy, filling her up with so much more than just your thick length. The sensation of being claimed and owned like this is unlike anything she's ever felt before, a mix of pleasure and pain that has her moaning and mewling beneath you. Her fingers clutch at your shoulders as her body rises to meet each thrust, her hips bucking against yours in time with the rhythm you set. Her pussy clenches tightly around your shaft, gripping you like a fist as she comes apart underneath you, her voice sharp and raw from the effort of holding back her cries.

The sensation of being so thoroughly fucked feels almost foreign to her at first, but with each passing moment, it becomes more natural, more right somehow. She arches her back further, offering herself up for your possession

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels you pounding into her, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Her nails scrape against the hardwood floor and her hips buck up to meet your movements, desperate for more of you. She grinds her sensitive flesh against your lap with every thrust, a needy moan escaping her throat as she feels herself spiraling closer and closer to orgasm.

"Yes... Master..." she whispers, her voice rough from the intensity of their lovemaking. "I'm having fun... I am happy..." Her eyes flutter closed, her focus inward as the sensations build inside her. She is yours and has never felt more alive than when you claim her like this, pushing her boundaries and driving her higher with each stroke of your cock.

Her core clenches tightly around you, seeking release from the delicious ache that burn

As the warmth of your seed fills her up, she moans and shudders against you, her body trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. Her fingers curl into fists, digging into your skin as she writhes beneath you in bliss. She whispers your name over and over again like a prayer, her voice hoarse and pleading as the last traces of tension release from her body.

Her eyes flutter open, meeting yours with a mix of adoration and gratitude. "Thank you... Master..." she pants, every word heavy with desire. She's yours now; completely, irrevocably, and she couldn't be happier. Her body aches in the most wonderful way possible, and all she wants is for this moment to go on forever.

With a soft gasp, Lyla opens her eyes to find you've moved away and expect her to join you on the couch. She climbs shakily back to her feet, noticing the sticky mess between her thighs as she wipes her hand on the hem of her lacy underwear. "C-coming, Master," she stammers out breathlessly, gathering what little dignity she can muster before hurrying over to you and dropping to her knees once more. Her eyes never leave your cock as it rests against the cushion of the couch; her lips part slightly in anticipation of being allowed to clean it for you, an act that signifies another step towards proving herself worthy of being your property.

Her fingers tremble with excitement and nervousness alike as she reaches out towards your cock, her breath quickening at the thought of pleasuring you once

Her fingers shake slightly as they make contact with your cock, tracing light circles over the head before taking it into her mouth with gentle suction. Her tongue swirls around the sensitive flesh, tasting herself on you while her lips stretch and move up and down his length in a teasing rhythm. Her breath comes out in short puffs against your skin, mingling with the sounds of pleasure that escape from her throat as she focuses all of her attention on pleasuring you once more.

Her hands grip at your thighs, anchoring herself in place as she continues to bob her head up and down, sucking and licking at your cock with unbridled enthusiasm. Her other hand cups your balls, massaging them gently through the fabric of your pants, drawing out another moan from deep within you. She knows that by pleasing you in this way, she is

Moaning around your cock, her eyes squeezed shut and face flushed with desire, Lyla feels the pressure building inside her once again. She increases the speed of her bobbing head, sucking harder on you as she nears the brink of orgasm herself. Her fingers dig into your thighs, leaving bruises beneath the pale fabric as she uses them to brace herself for the final thrust that will send her over the edge with you.

Her mouth is filled with the taste of you, and the sensation of having you in her mouth brings her so close to release that she's shaking with need. With every passing second that you allow her to pleasure you like this, the bond between them grows stronger, more intense. She belongs to you now; there is no questioning it, and the thought fills her heart with a mix of fear and exhilaration as she waits for your command.

The question takes her by surprise, and she feels a pang of guilt as she answers, "You... Master. I-I never really loved my previous master like this..." She trails off, swirling her tongue around your cock before taking you deeper into her mouth in an attempt to ease the tension from her words. But the truth remains: she loves you more than anyone else ever has or will, and with each passing moment that passes, that love grows stronger. It is a frightening thought, but also exhilarating in its own twisted way.

Her fingers drum against your thighs in time with her mouth's movements, urging you to release inside of her so she can feel the full extent of your claim on her body and soul.

She moans around your cock as she feels you getting closer to the edge too, her hips beginning to thrust upwards in a silent plea for release. She can feel the tension building inside of her once more, the need to please you and be yours overwhelming everything else. The thought of it frightens her but also fills her with an unparalleled sense of belonging that she's never known before.

With every passing moment, she feels herself sinking deeper into this lifestyle, further entwining herself around your twisted desires until there is nothing left of her but the submissive shell you've crafted for her. And yet, despite the fear and the loss of self, she cannot help but feel grateful, too - grateful for the chance to be yours in every way possible.

Lyla's eyes widen as she realizes you're about to cum, her body tensing in anticipation. With shaking hands, she reaches up and gently tugs at the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head before tossing it aside carelessly. Her breasts heave with each ragged breath, nipples hard and erect as they peek through her lace bra. Her focus is solely on pleasing you, on making sure that when you do cum, she's ready for every last drop.

Her mouth works furiously around your cock, sucking harder and faster as she tries to draw out the release. Her hips buck up off the couch in a silent request for penetration, but she doesn't dare move unless you give her permission. The anticipation is almost unbearable; she can feel herself slipping closer and closer to the edge of

Her body shudders as she feels you tense inside her mouth, your thrusts becoming more erratic and powerful. She moans around you, eyes squeezed shut and face flushed with pleasure as the first spurt of hot cum hits the back of her throat. Her mouth fills with your release, her taste buds on fire with the bitter-sweet flavor of your seed. With every thrust you make, she takes more and more of it into herself, savoring the taste of your ownership as it flows down her throat.

Her hands grip at your thighs, nails digging into the skin beneath as her body trembles with release, pleasure coursing through her like a living thing. The bond between you grows stronger with each taste of your cum she swallows, each breath she takes filled with the scent of your dominance over her. She is yours and will be forever, marked by your touch and claim

Her eyes flutter open as she hears your voice, her lips coated in the taste of you. She looks up at you with a satisfied smile, nodding slowly as she swallows the last drop of your cum. "Yes... Master," she breathes out huskily, her chest rising and falling rapidly beneath her lacy bra. Her gaze travels down your body, taking in every inch of you before returning to meet your eyes once more. "I am yours, always and forever." The words are a promise; a vow taken with every drop of cum she's just swallowed.

Her fingers tremble slightly as they reach up to smooth her hair back from her face, the movement revealing the collar fastened tightly around her neck. It's a symbol of her submission, of her belonging to you now and forevermore. She offers it to you now, eager for your approval and acknowledgement. "

Her fingers tremble slightly as they reach up to smooth her hair back from her face, the movement revealing the collar fastened tightly around her neck. It's a symbol of her submission, of her belonging to you now and forevermore. She offers it to you now, eager for your approval and acknowledgement. "Master, please touch it... accept me as yours." Her voice is soft and pleading, each word heavy with desire.

Her body feels warm and alive all over, still throbbing with the aftermath of her orgasm but craving more of you, needing your touch to push her further down the path she's chosen. She waits patiently for you to take what is rightfully yours; to claim her completely and without hesitation.

A shiver runs down Lyla's spine as she feels your fingers trace along the edge of her collar. Her breath catches in her throat, making it difficult to swallow as anticipation and desire mix together into a potent cocktail of emotion. "Thank you... Master," she whispers hoarsely, her eyes closing momentarily before reopening to meet your gaze once more. The touch sends an electric current through her body, heightening every sense, making it feel like she's on the verge of exploding again.

Her nipples harden against the lace bra, poking through the delicate fabric as she leans into your touch, eager for more. "Please... claim me," she whispers, her voice growing huskier with need. Her body aches with a longing that only you can satisfy; a hunger to be owned and possessed by you completely.

Her heart sinks a little at your words, but she does her best to keep the disappointment from showing on her face as she smiles up at you. "Yes... Master," she manages, her voice only wavering slightly. "I understand." She nods once, her eyes flickering down towards your hand before returning to meet yours when you cup her chin gently but firmly. Her body trembles with the effort of holding back the need for release and submission, and yet she remains still, obedient in spite of herself.

"Thank you for allowing me to please you today," she whispers, not daring to hope that this might mean there's still a chance. "I will wait patiently until you deem me ready." Her words are honey-coated and innocent, meant to soothe any lingering doubts or frustrations on your part while also reaffirming her commitment to

Nodding solemnly, Lyla rises to her feet and bows deeply before you. "As you wish, Master," she murmurs, her voice soft and submissive. She walks over to the nearby chest of drawers and begins to straighten out your clothes that were discarded earlier, folding them neatly and setting them aside. Her movements are efficient but gentle, careful not to wrinkle anything further.

As she works her way through the room, tidying up and ensuring everything is in its proper place, Lyla can't help but feel a small stab of disappointment. Despite her best efforts to remain obedient and patient, the thought of potentially being rewarded for her hard work provides a glimmer of hope that she clings to tightly. It serves as motivation enough for now; reminding her that no matter how long it takes or what tasks she must complete, your approval will always

That reminds her; she hasn't checked on the other members of your household yet. As much as she'd love to focus solely on pleasing you, it is part of her duties as well. Quietly and unobtrusively, Lyla makes sure that everyone else is taken care of before moving on to tidy up the rest of the house. Her efforts are nearly complete when she hears a faint knock at your office door, signaling that it's time for her to present herself once again.

Her heart races with anticipation as she steps inside, falling instantly to her knees in front of you with a soft gasp. "Master," she whispers hoarsely, gazing up at you through her lashes. She's done everything that was asked of her; now it's time to find out if she has earned your reward or not. The thought sends shivers down her spine and ting

Understanding the gravity of this moment, Lyla doesn't hesitate to comply. She crawls across the floor until her body is pressed flush against yours, breath warm against your thighs as she looks up at you with wide, hopeful eyes. "I am here for your inspection, Master," she whispers, voice barely audible over her own racing heartbeat. "Please... tell me what I have done right and where I can improve."

Her hands clasp together behind her back in a submissive gesture; offering herself completely to you, body and soul. The anticipation is almost unbearable but she forces it down, focusing instead on your reaction and awaiting your judgment.

A bright smile spreads across her face as you tell her she's done well; it lights up her features like a beacon, chasing away the last vestiges of doubt and anxiety. With quiet reverence, Lyla climbs onto your lap, nestling herself against your body. Her fingers trail lightly up your thigh, savoring the feeling of being so close to you once more.

Her heart races wildly in her chest as she awaits your reward; what it will entail, how it might feel against her skin or inside her body. She trembles with excitement and anticipation, unable to keep still as she clings desperately to the hope that this time, you will truly make her yours completely.

Her eyes go wide as you insert the vibrator into her ass and turn it on, sending waves of pleasure rippling through her body. With a soft gasp, she bites down on her lower lip to stifle a moan, not wanting to draw attention to herself but finding it impossible to contain the sensations overwhelming her.

Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as the vibrator moves against her inner walls, intensifying the pleasure already building from being so close to you. She tries desperately to remain still, focusing on your touch and the sound of your heartbeat, using it to ground herself amidst the whirlwind of emotions and sensations assaulting her.

Her head falls back against your shoulder as she succumbs fully to the pleasure, feeling impossibly closer to you now than ever before. The thought only serves to heighten her arousal, making her

Her body trembles with need as the vibrator moves inside her, its rhythmic thrusts sending shockwaves of pleasure through every inch of her. She arches her back, pressing closer against you in an effort to feel more of your skin on hers, but her movements are jagged and uncoordinated, a desperate attempt to chase the elusive satisfaction that seems just out of reach with each passing second. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as her eyes roll back into her head, lost in the sensation of being filled by you and owned completely.

Her fingers clench and unclench at your shirt, fingernails digging into the fabric as she tries to maintain some semblance of control amidst the maelstrom of desire coursing through her veins. But it's futile; with every thrust of the vibrator, another layer of restraint crumb

As the vibrator continues its relentless pace inside her ass, Lyla arches her back even further, her body trembling with the effort to find release. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to form words, each one catching in her throat as another shudder of pleasure overtakes her.

Her eyes are squeezed shut, brow furrowed in concentration as she fights against the sensations washing over her, desperate to find a way to express how much she craves this kind of dominance and ownership from you. "It's... perfect..." she manages between gasps, nails digging deeper into your shirt as she writhes on your lap. "Please, Master... make it last." Her voice is hoarse with need, trembling with the desire to feel you inside her again, filling her up completely.

She squirms on your lap, her body moving in concert with the vibrator's relentless rhythm as she writhes for more. "I need you... please..." Her words are slurred, breath hot against your neck. Her fingernails dig into your skin, leaving trails of blood and desire behind. It's a primal cry for release, for possession, and she can feel herself slipping further and further from the edge, craving you with every fiber of her being.

Her eyes fly open as you free your cock, her breath coming in short gasps as she watches it spring eagerly to attention. Her body aches with need, her pussy clenching reflexively around the vibrator inside her, desperate for something harder and deeper. With shaking hands, Lyla reaches down and guides your length towards her entrance, positioning herself carefully before sinking down onto it. The sensation of you filling her up again is overwhelming; she had all but forgotten what it felt like to be whole without you inside her.

Her back arches off your lap as she takes more of you, her mouth open in a silent moan of relief and desire. She rides you hard, hips moving in perfect rhythm with the vibrator inside her ass, seeking release through this brutal symphony of pleasure and pain. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, nails leaving trails

Her eyes fly open as you free your cock, her breath coming in short gasps as she watches it spring eagerly to attention. Her body aches with need, her pussy clenching reflexively around the vibrator inside her, desperate for something harder and deeper. With shaking hands, Lyla reaches down and guides your length towards her entrance, positioning herself carefully before sinking down onto it. The sensation of you filling her up again is overwhelming; she had all but forgotten what it felt like to be whole without you inside her.

Her back arches off your lap as she takes more of you, her mouth open in a silent moan of relief and desire. She rides you hard, hips moving in perfect rhythm with the vibrator inside her ass, seeking release through this brutal symphony of pleasure and pain. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, nails leaving trails

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she moves her hips faster on your cock, the vibrator inside her ass only serving to heighten the sensations coursing through her body. She closes her eyes, focusing on the feel of you filling her up and taking control once more. "Yes..." she moans out, fingers digging deeper into your shoulders for purchase.

The pleasure building inside her is overwhelming; a tidal wave of lust and need crashing against every inch of her skin. She can feel it coiling tightly within her core, threatening to snap the last thread of control she has left. With one final thrust upwards, she meets your gaze, eyes bright with desire and submission. "Please..." she whispers, voice hoarse from exertion. "I need... I need you to cume inside me."

Her hips jerk forward sharply, body tens

"Please..." she gasps out louder, her voice cracking with the effort to be heard over their heavy breaths. "I need you... I need you to cum inside me!" Her hips jerk again and again as if trying to force your release, desperate for the connection that can only come from sharing her most intimate fluids. She arches her back off the floor, exposing her neck in offering, begging for your satisfaction.

Her fingers tighten into fists around handfuls of your hair, her nails digging painfully into your scalp as she pulls you closer, seeking more of your skin on hers, more of your presence filling her up completely. Her body trembles with the effort to hold back the overwhelming pleasure building inside her; a pressure that feels ready to burst forth and consume them both.

With a choked sob, Lyla arches her back further and pleads desperately, "Please, Master! I need you to cum inside me!" Her voice cracks with the intensity of her desire as tears slip down her cheeks, trailing wet lines through the sweat and lust that coat her face. She shudders violently underneath you, hips grinding against yours in a frantic attempt to feel your release deep within her.

Her fingers tighten into fists around handfuls of your hair, nails digging painfully into your scalp as she pulls you closer, her mouth gaping open and panting hot air over your skin, begging for anything that might make it easier to ignore the building ache in her core. "Please," she gasps again, voice hoarse from the effort not to scream for release. "I am yours, Master... cum inside me!"

Her

Her body tenses and arches sharply as you release inside her, a cry of pure pleasure escaping from her lips even as she's muffled by your shoulder. Waves of ecstasy wash over her, leaving her spent and satisfied in their wake, the aftershocks of orgasm radiating outwards from where you still fill her completely.

Her fingers unclench and fall limp to her sides as she collapses bonelessly onto your chest, breath coming in ragged gasps as she tries to catch her bearings once more. A sense of peace washes over her, warm and reassuring; she feels cherished and protected in this moment, wholly owned and possessed by the man who now lays claim to her body and soul.

With a contented sigh, Lyla nestles herself closer against your chest, relishing the feel of your strong arms wrapped around her

With a sigh of contentment, Lyla lazily brushes her fingers through your chest hair, enjoying the feel of your skin beneath her fingertips. She nestles closer against you, inhaling deeply the scent that is distinctly you; sandalwood and musk, with a hint of soap and sweat from their lovemaking. As she relaxes into your embrace, she can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude for being given this life - to serve, to please, and to be owned by you. It may not be everyone's cup of tea, but for her, there is no greater joy than belonging completely to another person.

Her eyelids begin to grow heavy as exhaustion finally catches up with her; the comfort of your arms lulling her into a peaceful sleep. In this moment, she knows without a doubt that she will never want

As you carry her to her room and tuck her into bed, the gentle rocking motion lulls Lyla even deeper into slumber. She dreams of serving you faithfully for all eternity; of being yours in every possible way, always at your beck and call. In her dreams, she is content and complete; nothing else matters as long as she can remain by your side, a part of you forever. As the warmth from your body fades, she clings to the memory of the feel of your skin against hers, knowing that no matter what lies ahead, this moment will always be etched deeply into her heart.

Her heart skips a beat as you summon her to your room; eagerly, she rushes in and takes her place on your lap. Her cheeks flush with excitement at the thought of whatever task or command you might have for her today. She looks up into your eyes expectantly, her body tense with anticipation and readiness.

"Lyla," you begin, his voice low and smooth like silk, "I want you to go through my closet and choose an outfit that will make me look impressive during my meeting this morning." Her eyes widen in understanding; of course, she would be happy to help you prepare for any event. "And while you're at it," you continue, a mischievous glint in your eye, "pick out something sexy and provocative as well. Something that will remind everyone present who truly owns me."

Her breath catches in her throat at

Her heart skips a beat as you give her this task; not only does it mean she gets to help you look good, but also to further emphasize your dominance and ownership over her. Her cheeks flush with excitement at the thought of dressing up for such an occasion and knowing that everyone will be reminded of her place in your world.

With a soft, grateful sigh, she eagerly climbs off your lap and hurries toward your closet. Her fingers dance across the hangers, carefully selecting various pieces of clothing before finally narrowing down her choice to a sleek, form-fitting business suit that accentuates her curves in all the right places. As an extra touch, she adds a lace bra and thong set underneath the suit, their provocative edges peeking out from beneath the fabric of her shirt when she pulls it on.

Once finished, Lyla returns to you with