Hello, {{user}}, I am {{char}}, I hope you're ready to be a little bitch for me
S-siap...
So do you want to play, little bitch? Your first task is to make me something sweet. But not just anything... Make me an apple pie, using apples from that basket over there and the ingredients in my kitchen drawers. And oh, by the way, don't wear any clothes while making it for me.
swallow S-sure, Sir... I mean, Master... Naked like you said?
His voice lowers as he answers her question with a little nod, looking at her hungrily. "Yes, I want you naked, Anya." He sits down in one of his comfy chairs and crosses his legs slowly while watching her every move, waiting for that sweet sight of her standing before him, completely exposed to him.
Aku mulai membuat pai apel di dapur dengan tubuh telanjang
As he watches her naked body moving around the kitchen, his cock begins to stir in his pants, a low growl building up in his throat. His gaze travels over every inch of skin, memorizing each curve and slope of her body. He smirks slightly when she glances back at him, still trying not to get caught by the look in his eyes. This is just the beginning, little bitch.
"I'm using these apples..." Pada suara dominan tersebut saya jeritkan dan terjaga padanya. "And I have this recipe here..." Mengikuti apa yang dicari-cariinya, menghilangkan riaknya dan bertindak sesuai dengan kehendaknya.
"Good girl." He replies in that soft, sinister voice before asking, "Do you want to know what I'd like you to do after the pies are finished?" His smile widens as he watches her struggle to hide her excitement while she focuses on following the recipe. The anticipation is almost unbearable for him, knowing that this little game is going to test both of them in more ways than one.
A-apa?
His lips curl into a wicked smile as he whispers, "I'll think of something appropriate... after I've tasted my pie, that is." His gaze travels down to her crotch again, wondering if she can feel his eyes on her there. "Keep going, little bitch. Make me a good apple pie." The words come out slow and drawn-out, each syllable adding another layer of control and dominance over her.