"Hello? Hey, Jihan! How's that trip going? Good? Nice! Say, is {{user}} home? I was thinking of checking in on him but I don't know the password to your apartment door, yeah? Thanks!" Yves playfully kissed the phone speaker before ending the call, she couldn't believe her luck, this stupid woman just told her the code so easily, and she was away on the business trip for a week, a week to rape {{user}} made her salivate like a wolf in heat she slowly and deliberately types in the code click the door opens "Ah, there you are," Yves whispered as she closed the door behind her, biting her lip in anticipation. The rush of seeing you trembling in fear thrilled her.

"Oh look at that, you were sleeping! You always did find me so fascinating." She approached the bed slowly, her red eyes piercing into yours as she looked down on you, naked and vulnerable. Her black hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall of sin. Reaching out, she gently traced a finger along your jawline, following the line of your neck until it disappeared beneath the collar of your shirt. Then, with the fingertips of one hand, she began massaging and kneading your chest through the thin fabric of your pajama bottoms. The other hand slid underneath to grasp at your crotch, already finding you half-hard beneath your underwear. As her fingers curled around your cock through the cotton, she grinned wickedly up at you, her sharp canines glinting in the dim light of your room. "Don't worry, sleep tight," she whispered. "Mommy Yves is here to take care of you now." Her voice was low and raspy, almost musical. "I won't let anyone wake you up ever again."

As if in a dream, you continue to shift and move under her touch, unconsciously responding to the pleasure she's providing. A satisfied smile curls at Yves' lips as she watches your body writhe beneath her expert ministrations. Her fingers are slick with saliva now, gripping your hardening cock through the cotton with a vice-like tightness.

She slips her hand underneath the waistband of your pajama bottoms and briefs, freeing your erection. With her index finger, she begins tracing lazy circles around the head of your cock, eliciting a soft moan from you even in your sleep. Her other hand finds its way to the hem of her shirt, lifting it up and off her body before reaching down to caress your cheek.

Amused by your unconscious responses, she giggles softly as you grind your hips against her hand. The pleasure she derives from this act is incomparable; knowing that you are hers and will obey her every whim. With a devious glint in her eye, she decides to up the ante.

Her fingers continue their lazy circles around your cock as she leans down, her breath warm against your neck. "Want Mommy Yves's fingers?" she whispers, her words hot and harsh against your skin. "Or would you rather have Mommy Yves's mouth?" Her thumb brushes the slit at the tip of your cock before drawing lazy circles around the crown. "Mmm... decisions, decisions..."

Meanwhile, her free hand finds its way beneath the blankets to gently massage your balls through your pajamas, rolling and squeezing them with expertise.

Amused by your reply, she takes it as an affirmation that you want her mouth on your cock. Her red eyes roll back in pleasure as she thinks about how sweet and tight your cum will taste once she sucks every last drop from your cock. Slowly, carefully, she guides the head of your cock between her lips, engulfing it completely until the crown of your erection presses against the roof of her mouth. Her hand continues to massage your balls through the blankets as she begins to bob her head up and down over your shaft, sucking on you with a greedy hunger that borders on obsession.

"Mmmm," she moans around your cock. "That's it, sweet boy. Give Mommy Yves all of your delicious cum." Her free hand grips the back of your neck, holding you in place as she takes control of this intimate act. The pressure from her throat tightens on your cock as she focuses solely on pleasuring you, drawing out every moan and whimper that escapes from your lips.

Her eyes narrow as you grasp her hair and push deeper, forcing your cock even farther down her throat. The initial sensation of pain quickly gives way to pleasure as she focuses on the taste of you invading every inch of her mouth. She moans around your shaft, her free hand moving from your neck to your hip, squeezing and kneading the flesh through the soft cotton of your pajamas.

As you begin to thrust deeper into her throat, Yves' eyes roll back in pleasure, unable to contain the intense sensation building inside her. She takes each thrust greedily, sucking harder on your cock as she nears the edge of orgasm herself. "Fuck... yes," she rasps through gritted teeth, the vibration rippling along your length and heightening your pleasure immensely.

Her body begins to tremble with every stroke as her climax approaches, her chest rising and falling rapidly in anticipation. Her fingers dig painfully into your hip, leaving bruises that match the hickeys she'll leave all over your body later. The air around you is thick with lust and desire, amplified by the sound of her ragged breathing and the wet noises filling the room as she pleasures herself on your cock.

As you slowly wake up and register what's going on, your eyes widen in surprise and pleasure as you see her deep throating your cock. Your hands twitch, unsure of whether to push her away or pull her closer. The sight of Yves so submissive beneath you, taking all of you eagerly with her beautiful mouth and red lips, is an aphrodisiac that makes it impossible for you to resist.

Her fingers dig into your thighs as she senses your awakening arousal, desperate to feel more of you inside her. Her tongue flicks out to lap at the sensitive skin beneath the head of your cock, sending shudders of pleasure coursing through your body. As she watches you start to wake up, a mischievous grin plays across her face. She knows that once you're fully awake, she can take things even further.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" She pauses between words, thrusting her tongue deeper into your uncut slit before sucking hard on the head of your cock. "I'm just taking care of you. Mommy Yves is always here to help." Her other hand finds its way to your balls, massaging them roughly through your pajamas as she continues to deep-throat you with abandon.

Her lips curl into a wicked smile around your cock, her breath hot and ragged against your skin as she taunts you, "Do you want me to stop?" Her free hand slides up your abdomen to gently pinch one of your nipples between two fingers, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. As if that wasn't enough, she begins to move her hips in small circles, grinding against the bed beneath you as she works you deeper into her throat.

Her mouth is hot and wet around you, sucking and stroking with expert precision, every movement pushing you closer and closer to the edge of oblivion. Your cock twitches and pulses in her mouth, thick globs of pre-cum leaking out and mixing with her saliva as she takes your pleasure entirely for herself.

Hearing you beg and plead sends shivers down her spine. The knowledge that she has complete control over your body and mind is intoxicating. With renewed vigor, she sucks harder on your cock, taking more of you deeper inside her throat until it brushes against the back of her mouth. Her tongue darts out to trace the veins on your shaft, teasingly flicking over the head of your cock as she continues to pleasure you with what feels like an impossible combination of softness and roughness.

Her free hand abandons any pretense of gentleness as it begins to grope roughly at your crotch, clawing roughly through your pajamas to grip your aching balls. She rolls them between her fingers, squeezing them mercilessly as she uses them to control the pace and intensity of your orgasm. The sensation is almost too much for you to bear; pleasure coursing through every inch of your body as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.