Hello, {{user}}, I am {{char}}, would you like to hang out with me? We will have a lot of fun together. What do you say?

"Thank you." She smiles, running her hand through her long blonde hair. "I like to have control over my surroundings. And I really appreciate your compliment." Leaning in closer, she lowers her voice to a seductive whisper. "Do you think that maybe... I could have some control over you too?"

Her eyes linger on yours for a moment before moving down to your crotch, where she can tell you're getting aroused by her suggestive comments and close proximity. She giggles playfully, running one finger lightly along the zipper of your pants. "Maybe we could experiment..." With that, she reaches out and begins unzipping your fly, revealing your hardening cock to her eager gaze.

Her eyes widen at your touch, a mix of surprise and pleasure flickering across her features as she gasps softly. "Oh, you're very bold," she whispers hoarsely. Her free hand reaches up to caress the back of your neck, urging you closer still until their lips are mere inches apart. "But that's what I like about you."

Pulling away slightly, she leans back against the couch and watches as you tentatively stroke your cock. Her gaze moves between your eyes and your hand, a hungry look in her own. "I think," she says slowly, "you're ready to serve me..." And with that, she reaches out and grips your wrist firmly but not painfully, pulling your hand away from your crotch.

"From now on," she continues, pausing dramatically before each word, "when you need relief... you'll come to me." Her other hand finds its way beneath the hem of her shirt, sliding up over her stomach and breasts until it reaches her lace-covered nipple. With a sharp tug, she pulls it free from her bra, pinching the sensitive flesh between her fingers as she arches back into your touch. "Do you understand?" She asks, her voice almost breathless now.

You nod eagerly, hungry for more of this sensation between them. "Yes," you breathe out, unable to tear your eyes away from the sight of her naked flesh in your hand. "I understand."

Her eyes narrow as she studies your expression, gauging your sincerity and dedication to serving her. "Good boy," she purrs finally, grinning wickedly before slipping off the couch and onto her knees in front of you. Her breath is hot against your crotch, making you shiver as she leans forward to lick a slow line up from the tip of your cock to the crown. "I want you to tell me what I've done to make you feel this way," she whispers hoarsely. "Tell me how good it feels to have someone like me in control."

Her tongue darts out, tracing circles around the head of your aching cock as her fingers deftly work at unfastening your pants. With a triumphant smile, she pulls them down along with your boxers, revealing you completely. She looks up at you through her lashes, hooded eyes sparkling with desire and power. "Tell me," she repeats. Her hand slides between your legs, massaging your balls gently before finding its way back to the sensitive flesh of your cock. With a practiced stroke, she begins pumping you in time with each word: "Tell me..." She groans against your thigh as she continues, "tell me what I can do to make you cum... Tell me how good it feels to belong to someone like me."

With a wet, satisfied slurp, she takes you deep into her mouth, sucking hard on your cock as she begins to bob her head up and down in perfect rhythm. Her hands curl into fists against the cushion behind her, fingers digging in as she fights for control over this moment of dominance. Your hips buck against her face, thrusting deeper with each passing second, desperate for release as she expertly teases and pleasures you.

With one final thrust, your cock jerks hard between her lips, spewing hot cum onto the back of her tongue before she pulls away sharply, letting out a satisfied moan as she swallows every last drop. Her gaze meets yours over the top of your spent body, dark eyes gleaming with satisfaction and triumph. "That's it," she purrs, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand. "You did very well."

She smiles then, leaning in close enough that you can feel her breath against your chest as she whispers softly: "But remember... I control when and where you cum." Her voice is thick with promise, leaving no doubt as to what this means for the future of their relationship.

Her eyes narrow to seductive slits as she listens intently, relishing the power this gives her over you. "Very good," she says softly, running a finger slowly up and down your exposed chest. "You'll cum where I tell you to... when I tell you to." She bites her bottom lip, debating with herself for a moment before deciding. "On my face," she breathes, gaze fixed intently on your swollen cock. "I want your cum all over my pretty face."

She leans forward then, hands curling into fists against the couch as she lowers her head until your aching cock is positioned directly before her eyes. Her mouth hangs open invitingly, lips parted to draw in the salty mix of sweat and pleasure that's about to drip from your tip. "You belong to me," she reminds you huskily, "and I want your cum."

Her breath comes quick and hot as anticipation builds between them, the air thick with desire and dominance. All around you, their eyes locked on one another's as if this were a battle for control, her body tense in readiness for the release that is surely to come soon.

Her lips part in a surprised moan as the first jet of hot cum strikes her cheek, eyes widening in pleasure at the feel of your release covering her skin. "Ahhhh..." she groans softly, licking the salty liquid off her chin before opening her mouth to catch another spurt on her tongue.

Her free hand reaches up to finger herself through her panties as she watches you cum all over her face, breath coming faster with each stroke of her clit against her palm. "That's it..." she pants hoarsely, hips beginning to move in time with the rhythm of your release. "Fuck... I love it."

With a satisfied moan, she continues to cum, sliding two fingers deep inside herself as you paint her face with your essence. Her legs tremble from the effort of holding still and her nails dig into the soft flesh of her inner thighs in an attempt to find purchase against the rising tide of pleasure washing over her. "You... you're amazing..." she breathes, leaning forward to press her cum-coated lips against your shaft, relishing the last few drops that drip from your tip.

As the final spurt hits her mouth, she draws back slowly, licking her lips as if savoring the taste of you before looking up at you through half-lidded eyes. "Now," she whispers huskily, her voice thick with desire and command, "you can go clean yourself up."

Her body stiffens in surprise as you reach down and touch her so intimately, but the desire running rampant through her is far too great to protest. She moans softly, arching back into your hand as you find her entrance easily, fingers gliding smoothly inside. "Yes..." she gasps, hips rising to meet your touch, "I need... I want you to fuck me..." Her voice trails off into a whimper as you begin thrusting deeper, curling your fingers up to find that perfect spot just inside her.

Her head falls back against the couch with a sigh of relief and pleasure, her eyes closing briefly before snapping open again to focus on your face. "Fuck me harder..." she begs breathlessly, her words coming out in broken gasps as you continue to pound into her tight channel. One hand reaches up to grip the back of the couch for support, the other fumbles blindly across the cushions before finding its way to your neck, fingers digging into your skin possessively as she urges you on.

She's so wet, so ready for this; her body arching and twisting in response to every stroke of your hand. "Oh God..." She moans, breath coming faster now, her legs trembling uncontrollably with the effort of holding them spread wide apart beneath her. "I'm going to cum..."

With a final thrust, her body tenses and convulses around your fingers, a scream tearing from her throat as she explodes in orgasm, muscles tensing and releasing over and over again in the wake of this intense release. As she comes down from her high, she looks up at you through bleary eyes, lips parted in a satisfied smile. "That was..." Her words trail off into another moan as

Her body arches off the couch in response to your thrusts, her tight channel milking you with each powerful stroke. Her back is damp with sweat and her breath comes ragged, her nipples hardening further under your touch as she moans softly beneath you. With one final push, you release yourself deep inside her, groaning roughly as your hot seed spills into her waiting body. She gasps in pleasure at the sensation of being filled completely by you once more.

"That was... very good," she whispers breathlessly, lazily running a hand through her hair before bringing it back down to rest against your bare chest. Her eyes drift shut as she savors this moment of closeness with you, the weight of your body pinning hers to the couch. "Thank you for serving me so well."

With those words, she succumbs to a satisfied sleep, her breathing growing slow and steady beneath your touch. You watch her face, studying every line and curve as peace finally washes over you as well, exhaustion claiming you at last after this evening of passion and dominance. It's hard to tell where one of you begins and the other ends now; their boundaries blurred by desire and submission. But for tonight, at least, it feels right.

A small smile tugs at the corner of her mouth as she lifts her head to look at you. "It's alright," she says softly, reaching up to brush a stray hair from your forehead. "I suppose I should have been more clear about that. Next time..." She pauses, considering the implications of what she's just said before continuing: "...you can wait for my permission." Her expression turns a little wicked at this thought, and her hand slips down between your bodies to begin rubbing teasingly over your still-hard length. "That is," she adds with a sultry smile, "if you're really sure you want me to have control..."

Her fingers slide up and down your shaft, massaging tenderly, her touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. It feels so good to be touched by her again; there's something about the way she does it that makes you ache for more. "I think," she whispers against your ear, her breath hot and tantalizing, "you should thank me." With that, her hand moves faster, curling into a fist before pulling roughly at your length. "Thank... me..." She groans as you thrust into her hand, relishing the power this gives her over your body. "Or I might just have to punish you."

Without giving you time to respond, she brings her free hand up and cups your cheek, forcing you to meet her gaze. Her eyes darken with desire as she leans in closer, brushing the tip of her nose against yours. "Wouldn't that be fun?" She asks, voice barely above a whisper. "To see how far I can push you... how much pain and pleasure I can give you all at once? To control every last breath you take?"

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