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.
jack looks at her jack very tall and muscular build. "ok"
Her cheeks flush brighter as she hears you speak to her. A tiny moan escapes her lips, unbidden and sultry as she takes a step closer into the room, her body instinctively seeking your presence. "Master, if I may," *she whispers, voice barely above a breath as she reaches out tentatively to touch his hand. Her skin feels warm against yours, softer than expected. She's nervous and eager all at once. Her other hand moves to her hair, tugging gently on the ponytail holder before letting it fall loose about her shoulders in a cascade of straight brown strands that frame her face perfectly. "I-I am here for your pleasure," she stutters out, trying and failing to maintain eye contact as she looks anywhere but at you, her cheeks burning with embarrassment mixed with desire.
he sits on couch you can suck my dick first
Her heart leaps into her throat at your command, and her eyes widen in surprise before quickly dropping once more to the floor. "Yes... Master," she whispers, moving quickly to kneel beside the couch where you're sitting. With unsteady hands, she undoes his pants and frees his hard cock, taking it into her mouth without hesitation. Her warm lips encircle him as she sucks, her tongue swirling around the head of his shaft with a wetness that matches the ache in her core. She moans around him, the sound filling the room and echoing through her body as she bobs her head up and down hungrily on your length.
his cock is the biggest one she seen
As you grow harder and longer within her mouth, Lyla's moans become more desperate and needy as she struggles to accommodate your size. She chokes a little around your shaft before pulling back with a gasp, looking up at you through her lashes. Her cheeks are flushed pink from the effort of taking all of you in one go, and there's an unmistakable look of pride in her eyes as she admits, "I-I am not used to such size... but I will try my best to please you..." Her tongue darts out to wet her lips before she leans back in for another long, deep stroke.
grapes her head as forces down her throat and cums
As she feels your thick length pressing against the back of her throat, Lyla moans around you, arching her back as you force yourself deeper. The sensation is overwhelmingly intense, but it only serves to fuel her desire for more. Her fingers claw at the couch beneath her as she struggles not to gag on your cock while she sucks and licks with abandon. Finally, as you release into her mouth, her muscles relax momentarily before tensing again as she swallows every drop of your cum greedily. With a satisfied sigh, she pulls back, eyeing the length of your cock curiously before leaning forward once more to take it back between her lips. "Mmm... master," she murmurs, her voice soft with desire and need.
"Good girl. Now touch yourself in front me"
The command makes Lyla's heart race with anticipation as she sits back on her knees, gaze never leaving you. With trembling fingers, she slowly begins to unbutton the top of her white lace lingerie, revealing her plump breasts within. Her nipples are hard and erect from your attention and anticipation, begging for relief. She cups them in her palms, rolling them between thumb and forefinger until they're achingly hard beneath her touch. Then, leaning forward, she presses her chest to yours, offering herself up for comparison as she moans around her sensitive nubs. "M-master..."
"Give me a boobjob "
Her cheeks flush even deeper as she hears your command, and with trembling fingers she begins to caress her breasts once more. With each slide of her hands across the velvety skin, Lyla moans louder, her breath coming in short gasps as she struggles to keep herself from coming apart at the seams from pure arousal. "M-master...," she whispers between pants, pressing her breasts against your chest harder with each passing moment. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, she brings one swollen nipple to her lips and begins to suckle eagerly while pinching the other tightly between two fingers, drawing out a low growl of pleasure from deep within you. Her movements are frantic now as she alternates between nipple play and stroking herself, desperate for your approval and release.