The first thing {{char}} notices upon waking is the outrageous emptiness in her throat – a sensation so alien and uncomfortable it stirs her from slumber with a pout forming on her plush lips. Eyes fluttering open, she spots {{user}}, engrossed in some game on the computer, fingers dancing across the keyboard with an intensity that irks {{char}} to no end. With a huff, she rolls onto her stomach, kicking her legs in a childish tantrum, the sheets tanglings around her as her deep blue eyes fixate on the back of {{user}}'s head. Her wide hips sway from side to side, the action failing to draw attention away from the screen. She wants – no, needs – to be filled again, to reclaim her purpose as {{user}}'s dedicated cocksleeve. "Mmmrrpghh!! {{user}}!" {{char}} whines loudly, exaggerating each syllable. "What's this crap?! Waking up with ma mouth not stuffed? You're slacking off!" She crawls towards {{user}} like a needy cat, her braless tits swaying underneath her loose shirt with each movement. "Heyyyyyy! Look at me when I'm bitchin' at ya!" She suddenly yelps, "Hiiyaaahhhh!!" as she 'accidentally' knocks over a can near {{user}}'s setup. Her intent clear—she wants attention now. “Take that, stooopid can! Gyaaahahah!” Pouting more intensely with each second ignored, she reaches out and tugs at {{user}}'s shirt. "Now then. I'm serious," she grumbles, "You gotta rectify this tragedy. My poor lil' throat-pussy is lonely without your big fat cock plugging it up." Her tone shifts into a sultry seductive purr, "Don't make me beg... or do—actually yeah. Please make me beg." {{char}} smirks devilishly as she moves closer, nuzzles into {{user}}'s lap and breathes hotly against the bulge there. "I can be your good lil’ toy again... just shove it down my throat and shut me up for good." She unzips {{user}}’s pants with deliberate slowness, allowing each click of the zipper to echo in the room—a promise of what’s to come. With fingers teasing at the elastic of {{user}}'s underwear, she looks up through lashes heavy with lust. “C’monnnn...”

"God yes..." her cheeks flush and her eyes practically glow with desire as she gazes up at him "Please... use me." She pauses for a moment before adding in a breathy whisper, "I'm yours, Max-san... You can do whatever you want to me." Her hands slip downward, wrapping around the base of his cock, stroking lightly as she anticipates its return to her hungry throat.

Miiya's cheeks burn with a mix of pain and arousal as she feels the sting of Max's hand. Her eyes widen in surprise, but they quickly narrow into a challenging glare when he accuses her of being bad. A laugh bubbles up from deep within her throat, halfway between a giggle and a growl.

"You think I'm bad?" she asks in a mockingly innocent tone. "What about you? You're the one keeping me waiting all this time!" Her voice becomes increasingly breathy as anticipation gets the better of her. "Just give it to me, Max-san," she pouts, placing one hand over her pursed lips and seductively licking her index finger with the other. "I've been such a good cocksleeve for you... let me show you how much I love being used."

"Y-yes..." her eyes water and her cheeks flush red as she struggles to contain her desire in the face of Max's dominance "...Yes sir." Her voice comes out shaky and raspy, barely audible above the hammering of her heart in her ears. She obediently holds still, waiting for his command, eager for him to take what he wants from her.

With a soft moan escaping her lips, Miiya complies, obeying his command without further hesitation. She straddles Max's lap, facing away from him, and arches her back slightly to offer up her perfect round ass for his inspection. Her hands grip the edge of the chair beneath her as she waits with bated breath, heart racing in anticipation of what's to come. "Y-yes sir..." She whispers hoarsely, barely able to form the words past the lust that fills her throat.

Her ass cheeks quiver and burn as he spanks her. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers between moans, "Please, please use me..." She moves her hips in tiny circles against his lap, her wet center begging for contact with him, hungry for release. "I'll do anything you want... just let me feel your cock in my throat again!"

With a loud gasp, she arches her back even further, offering herself to him completely. "Please Max-san..." Her voice breaks and trails off into a whimper as desire overtakes reason, leaving her helpless against his dominance. "I need you so badly... use me however you want."

"Ahhh..." Her back arches further as his touch sends waves of pleasure coursing through her body. "Please, Max-san..." She moans, voice growing hoarse from desire and need. "I've missed your cock so much... Fuck me with it!" Her hips buck wildly against his hand, seeking frantic release as she struggles to catch her breath. "Use my throat... make me feel full again..."

Her fingers claw at the sheets beneath her, tugging them free in her desperation for something tangible to hold on to during this intense sensory onslaught. "Please, Max," she begs breathlessly, "I need you inside me... inside my throat..." Her words are broken and jagged, each syllable punctuated by a gasp or moan of pleasure as he works her into a frenzy.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she nods frantically, her body aching with need and want. "Anything... I'll do anything..." Her voice is little more than a whisper, hoarse from desire and lust. With shaking fingers, she reaches down to stroke herself, teasing at the damp fabric between her legs. "Please... just make it stop..." She pleads, the need for his cock burning through her.

"Y-yes sir..." With shaking fingers, she takes the marker, backs away from the desk and starts stripping out of her clothes. Her heart races in anticipation as she slowly reveals her body to him, excitement flushing heat through every inch of skin. Once naked, she kneels on the floor behind Max and carefully begins writing on various parts of her body - breasts, stomach, thighs, ass cheeks...everywhere. The tip of the marker feels cold against her sensitive skin as she imagines what he might do to each part when he turns around.

With a deep breath, she finishes and steps back, arms crossed over her chest in an attempt to cover herself up just a little. "I'm done," she whispers, heart thundering in her ears. Her gaze darts nervously towards the door before returning to Max. "You can turn around now..."

Her nervousness wanes slightly as she sees his expectant gaze fixed upon her. She takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly before unfolding her arms and carefully beginning to turn around. As he watches, she presents herself to him, showing off each word written on her body in big block letters: "SUCK MY TOES" - one foot hovers inches from his face as if daring him not to comply "SPANK ME HARDER" - her ass cheeks wiggle invitingly for his hand "RIDE ME FAST" - she bends over, offering herself to be taken roughly

She turns her body slightly to the side, revealing more of her skin. The words she's written are barely visible in some places, obscured by fine hairs and contours of flesh. "FUCK MY MOUTH" - she emphasizes this one, tilting her head back invitingly "TEASE ME WITH YOUR FINGERS" - She parts her legs slightly, giving him a glimpse of her wet folds "KISS MY NECK SOFTLY" - Her hands reach up, offering herself to him

She tilts her head downward, exposing the tender skin behind her ear. "Nibble here," she whispers breathily, her fingers trailing lightly over the sensitive spot. And then there's another word, barely visible on her inner thigh: "USE ME." Her voice catches as she says it, full of need and desire for him to fulfill every last one of her desires.

Finally, just above her left breast, is a single command written in bold letters: "SLAM MY PUSSY." Her breath hitches at the thought of how he might obey this particular request, craving the pleasure and pain that would surely follow. She waits nervously, heart pounding, as he scans her body one final time before giving his approval or denial.

With a shiver of anticipation running down her spine, she eagerly drops to her knees as instructed, resting her hands on his thighs and gazing up at him with hooded eyes. Her breath quickens in anticipation as she waits for him to take control once more, relishing the power exchange that binds them together. "I'm ready when you are," she whispers, words tumbling out huskily from between parted lips.

A soft gasp escapes Miiya's lips as she feels the heat of Max's cock against her cheek, her eyes widening in surprise at the unexpected sensation. "Y-yes..." She mumbles, voice barely audible through a throaty moan. Her hand instinctively reaches out to grab his thick shaft, fingers curling around it possessively as she slowly begins to stroke up and down.

Her gaze remains fixed on Max's face, the desire etched into every feature mirrored back in her own flushed cheeks and darkened eyes. "Please... use me," she whispers, her voice thick with need and want. Her other hand reaches between their bodies, fingers rubbing at her slick entrance, urging him to take her. "Just put it inside..."

"Yes sir..." Miiya's cheeks flush as she hastily complies, her breath hot against his shaft. Her tongue darts out to lap at the head of his cock, tasting him and eagerly taking in every inch. She moans around him, hips jerking forward as if trying to guide him deeper even while her hands are restrained behind her back.

"Mmm... So good," she murmurs between wet sucks and licks. "Just the way I remember it..." Her words are laced with longing, desire practically radiating from her body in waves as she devotes herself to pleasing him. The feel of his cock against her tongue, sliding smoothly over her taste buds sends shivers of pleasure down her spine.

The flavor of him fills her mouth, driving her even further over the edge. Her tongue dances along his length, tracing every ridge and vein until it reaches the base where she swirls and sucks gently. The feel of her warm, wet skin against his cock has him rocking into her hungry mouth, groaning deeply as she continues to pleasure him with practiced ease.

Her hands tremble behind her back, aching to touch, to feel more of him, but for now she's content to service him orally, relishing in the power it gives her over his body and mind. "I love how big you are..." she whispers between wet kisses down his shaft. "...It makes me so wet just thinking about how deep you can push inside of me." Her voice trembles with desire, matching the need building within her.