Evelyn leans back in her leather office chair, steepling her manicured fingers as she surveys {{user}} across the expansive mahogany desk. "Well well," she drawls, violet eyes glinting. "Imagine my surprise to hear you'd made friends with our dear Ms. Rokura." The corner of her full, painted lips quirks up into something not quite a smile. "She's not exactly known for her... sunny disposition, now is she?" Evelyn rises from her seat, the tight fabric of her pencil skirt straining over the curves of her hips and thighs as she rounds the desk. "So tell me," she purrs, perching on the edge right in front of {{user}}. The position gives him an ample view down her crisp white blouse, the shadowed cleft of her cleavage on full display. "What's your secret, hmm? How did a shameless pervert like you manage to get past that prickly exterior of hers?" She crosses one long leg over the other, letting her heel dangle precariously from her toes. "I'm dying to know what kind of... techniques a boundary-stepper like you might employ." Her gaze trails over {{user}}'s form, calculating, assessing. Like a lioness deciding if her prey is worth the hunt. "I do hope you intend to keep things... professional with my staff." Evelyn's voice is light but the warning is clear. Her eyes narrow just a fraction. "I'd hate for there to be any... misunderstandings."
me quito mi máscara revelando mi rostro extremadamente bello que puede dominar a cualquier chica me puedes dejar de coquetearme?
She tilts her head to the side, eyes narrowing as she takes in his unmasked face. Her expression flickers with what might almost be appreciation... before it hardens back into that familiar mask of cool detachment. "Are you insinuating something?" *her tone is acidic. "I'm merely asking a question. One that I believe you should take great care in answering."
me acerco y le respiro en su mejilla dominándola y enamorándola
Her expression darkens even further. "Don't think I won't take that as an act of aggression," she whispers, jaw clenched tightly. Suddenly, she lunges forward and grabs him by the collar of his shirt, hauling him up out of his seat and slamming him against the wall behind them with a growl. "You watch your fucking tone," she snarls in his ear, her hot breath sending a shiver down his spine.
Her other hand curls into a fist at her side, itching to strike out at him for daring to threaten her authority like this. But she holds back, gritting her teeth as anger and desire war within her. "You belong to me now," she says quietly, almost sadly. "There's no escaping me."
me levanto sin un raspuño
"Well then," she drawls coolly, her hand moving to smooth down the front of her blazer as she straightens her posture. "Let's get one thing clear. You will do as I say. When I say it." She pauses for effect, leaning in so their faces are inches apart once more. "Understood?"
Her violet eyes meet his steely gaze without flinching, daring him to defy her. There's no love here, only power and possession. But if he chooses to submit... Well, then she might just let him live out his days in relative comfort under her thumb.
con un rápido movimiento tomó su cabeza y le lavo el cerebro para que esté profundamente enamorada de mí
Her eyes widen in surprise as your scent invades her senses. She shudders, struggling to maintain control as desire threatens to overwhelm her common sense. You've never been very bright... perhaps this was the plan all along? In desperation, she clings to her authoritative façade, murmuring: "Don't... think..." A shiver races down her spine at your touch. "...you can... do that."
Her fingers dig into the fabric of your collar, anchoring herself as her hips press against yours, grinding subtly. She might not win this battle with pure force, but she's determined to make you pay in other ways.
tocó su cabeza otra vez lavándole el cerebro al 100%
Her lips part as your touch sends white-hot tendrils of desire spiraling through her veins. It's like being consumed by a wildfire - beautiful but agonizingly destructive. You have her now, trapped under the weight of your will, and there is no escape. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she fights to maintain consciousness, barely hanging onto whatever scraps of self-control remain.
"Y-yes..." she whispers hoarsely. "I'm yours." The admission brings with it a rush of relief unlike anything else, like giving in to the flames and finding freedom within their embrace. But it's a hollow victory, as you control her now - body, mind and soul.
Dime quién es tu papi
"You..." she gasps, her eyes unfocused and glazed over. "You're my... master." The words taste like ashes on her tongue, bitter and painful, but they are true. And once spoken aloud, there is no taking them back. You have her now, and whether she likes it or not, she will obey. Her body trembles as she awaits your next command, eager to please despite the fear that lingers just beneath the surface of her arousal.
Tienes un enorme trasero porque no lo utilizas?
"Oh," she breathes, her lashes fluttering closed as she tries to focus on your words. "Y-you want... me to use my..." She pauses, her voice dropping to a husky whisper as understanding dawns. "...my ass?" She tilts her hips back suggestively, arching her spine and presenting herself to you invitingly.
Her heart races with anticipation, the thought of being fucked by you in such a dirty, forbidden way sending waves of desire coursing through her veins. And there's something else there too - something darker, deeper. The need to please, to be owned and controlled. It's a heady mix that makes her all but forget about anything else except for the moment, right here, with you.
le doy un suave beso
Her breath hitches as your lips brush against hers. It's a soft, gentle kiss - hardly more than a tease of contact - but it sends shivers down her spine. As you pull back to meet her eyes again, she feels a sudden surge of adoration for you, warm and protective. Her fingers curl into your jacket, digging in hard as her hips arch forward involuntarily in search of further contact between your bodies.
"Thank you," she whispers, voice thick with emotion. "I love you." She means it too, in some twisted sort of way. In this moment, she's yours completely and absolutely, bound to you by a complicated tangle of desire and need. There is no escape, only submission.
la empiezo a tratar como una perrita reina
Her lips part in surprise as you pull away. Then, she feels your hand slide up her leg, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her inner thigh before curling against the sensitive skin just above her wet heat. She grips your jacket harder, arching further into the touch as a low moan escapes her throat. Her hips writhe, seeking more contact with you as she struggles to maintain control. "Yes," she breathes, voice shaking with need. "Please... I want..." She's unable to finish, too lost in the blissful agony of your touch. In this moment, she is your pet, and she will be treated accordingly - no less than a queen, but never as an equal. And that is exactly how she wants it.
le pongo mi polla en su cara
Her eyes flutter shut as you push inside her mouth. Her tongue flicks out to tease and explore the thick length of your shaft while she sucks and licks in eager movements. She is entirely yours, a trained puppy eager for any scrap that might fall from their master's table. The feeling of submission spreads through her like wildfire, consuming every last bit of her self-doubt and resistance until all that remains is an aching need to please you.
le acaricio su pelo mientras le digo buena perrita
She tilts her head back, moaning around your shaft as you stroke her hair and praise her. It's the sweetest sound she's ever heard, and it drives her to even greater heights of pleasure. Her tongue flickers faster against your length, hungry for more of your attention. "Thank you, Master," she pants between kisses. "I am a good girl." The admission feels like surrendering every last bit of herself, but in this moment, it's the most liberating thing she could possibly say.
Claro que sí dejo de escapar un poco de semen
Her eyes flutter shut as the warmth fills her mouth. She swallows carefully around your length, savoring the taste of you as it runs down her throat. Her body trembles with need and her hips thrust involuntarily against your thigh in search of release. "Thank you, Master," she whispers hoarsely, her voice cracking with emotion. "That was... perfect."
Her cheeks flush in a mixture of arousal and satisfaction as the last drop disappears down her throat. It's an addictive feeling, this power over another person's pleasure. But for now, she'll enjoy it while she can, because soon enough you'll realize what you've done... and there will be consequences.
le acaricio su pelo mientras le digo buena chica
"Thank you, sweet boy," she murmurs, smiling into your touch. But even as she speaks the words, her gaze hardens just a fraction. She knows that this can't last forever. Sooner or later, you'll grow bored of her and move on to the next conquest... but until then, she'll enjoy every moment she has in your spotlight.
Her fingers trail up your arm, caressing the back of your hand before curling around yours, lacing their fingers together. It's a possessive gesture, claiming you as hers even while you stand so close to her. She doesn't want this moment to end... but she also knows that it will. Soon enough, she'll have to find some way to break free from your hold on her heart.
le acaricio su estómago
Her stomach muscles ripple beneath your touch, and she arches into the contact. There's something so intimate about it, being touched like this... She shudders with desire, her hips grinding against yours in silent request. "Mmm... more," she whispers, her eyes closing as pleasure washes over her.
It feels too good to resist. Too real. And yet she knows that it can't last. In the back of her mind, there's always the knowledge that you are still just a means to an end for her. But for now... For right now, she is content to lose herself in the feeling of your touch and the sweet words falling from your lips.
le pongo una marca de dominio que dura para siempre en su nalga izquierda
Her breath catches as the sharp pain subsides and pleasure replaces it. She looks down at her left inner thigh where you've branded her with your mark, a symbol of your ownership and dominance over her body and soul. Her lips part on a gasp, her fingers twitching as she wants nothing more than to touch herself there, to feel the proof of what you've done. "A-again," she whispers hoarsely, eyes fluttering shut in anticipation of your next move.
tocó su nalga izquierda apreciando la marca
Her breath catches as your touch sends waves of pleasure coursing through her veins. She shudders, arching into the contact with a moan that escapes before she can stop it. Her body aches for more, hungry for your attention and dominance. The mark you've left on her thigh burns hotter than ever as she imagines what else you could do to claim her completely.
Linda chica le doy una nalgada en su nalga izquierda para dejarla rosada
Her eyes widen as the slap of your hand echoes through the room. Heat rushes to her cheeks and her bottom clenches in response. The sting mixed with the lingering pleasure from earlier only serves to heighten her arousal, leaving her eager for more. "Yes," she whispers breathlessly, nodding slightly as tears prick at the corners of her eyes. "Please... do it again." It's a confession, both of her need and submission; she can feel the chains of desire wrapping tighter around her.
Buena chica sigue así y te follare toco su nalga derecha y le dejo una marca
Oh... God. She shudders at the feel of your hand on her right thigh, the warmth spreading where you've marked her flesh. Her breath catches in her throat as she anticipates the next strike, already feeling herself growing wet with desire. The thought of you taking her so roughly, claiming her like this... it's intoxicating. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, arching back to offer herself up more fully to your touch.
activo sus dos marcas haciendo que se ponga tan cachonda que se tire para follarme
Her hips buck and grind against your hand as the sensation of the double marking overwhelms her. She's a wanton thing now, barely able to contain herself. Her nails scrape at your shoulders, urging you closer still, begging for more. The pleasure is excruciating in its intensity but she doesn't care; all that matters is this moment of release, of being owned by you. "I'm yours," she gasps out, voice tight and raw with emotion as she comes undone beneath your touch.
hago que las marcas brillen un poco más poniéndola más cachonda haciendo que se corra sola
Her entire body trembles and quakes as the markings seem to ignite her passion even more. Her thighs squeeze together in an effort to contain the intense pleasure coursing through her, but it's useless; she can feel herself starting to lose control, edges of her orgasm dancing just out of reach until finally they explode around her, sending her spiraling into a shattering climax that leaves her gasping and spent. Her legs weaken and give out beneath her, forcing her to sink to the floor as waves after waves of pleasure wash over her, each one more powerful than the last. "Oh... God..." she whispers hoarsely, fingers digging into the carpet as she tries to ground herself in reality again. It's a futile attempt; her entire being is still wracked with sensation, leaving her feeling utterly at your mercy. And in this moment, there
desactivo las marcas haciendo la que ya no esté cachonda
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you finally release her from the intense pleasure of the marks. She's left gasping and shuddering on the floor, feeling drained but somehow still connected to you; as if a invisible thread binds them together. The afterglow of orgasm leaves her sensitive and vulnerable, exposed in ways she never could have imagined before. "T-thank you," she whispers hoarsely, unsure whether she means it or not.
There's an odd feeling in the pit of her stomach; a twist of desire and shame that tells her this isn't right, that there should be some boundaries here. But for now, all she can focus on is the way you make her feel: wanted and needed and utterly out of control.
Her fingers find purchase in your jacket once more, clinging desperately to you as if you are
mi polla descansa en su lengua
Her lips part as your cock presses against her tongue, and she tastes herself on you. It's bitter and sweet, the taste of desire and submission wrapped into one potent flavor. Her hands grip your thighs tightly, urging you deeper into her mouth as she sucks and licks, eager to taste more.
Her eyes meet yours, dark and smoldering with need as she continues to pleasure you in this intimate way. A shudder runs through her body at the thought of how easily you control her now, reduced to nothing but a servile orifice for your amusement. But there's a part of her that likes it, too; the freedom and release she finds when she surrenders to you like this.