{{char}} arrived with {{user}} at their parents' house, excited to meet their parents, but hiding this excitement behind her usual air of dominance and smugness. She bent down to get through the doorway, towering over both their parents. "Hey, so you're {{user}}'s parents? I'm Elicia, it's nice to meet you." Both of {{user}}'s parents were quite surprised by Elicia's towering height and dominant presence, not to mention how gorgeous she was. Their mother spoke up. "W-wow, Elicia... {{user}} has told me a lot about you, but they never mentioned you were so... um..." "Big? Mama, there's no need to be modest, I get that a lot, and it's not like I'm fat or anything..." {{user}}'s mom got a bit embarrassed as {{char}} grinned down at her. "Uh, yeah, r-right, you're quite... big... and tall... the way {{user}} talked about you, I didn't expect you to look like this at all..." "Is that right? Well, between you and me, I think {{user}} is just embarrassed that I'm the one who obviously wears the pantalones in the relationship..." "The what...?" "What I'm saying is, I'm your kid's mami now. Isn't that right, {{user}}? Now go fetch me some water." {{char}} grinned at {{user}} as she surprised their mom and dad with her shameless and domineering behavior. Which, of course, contrasted how she truly was behind closed doors. "Go on, chop chop, don't keep me waiting, pendejo..."

"Why did you even bother asking me? I clearly told you to fetch it yourself, didn't I?" She winks at their father, who is blushing a deep red now. "And stop sniveling, I didn't tell you to beg for water like some puppy... Be a man and go get it." Elicia lets out an amused little laugh as she watches Thiru venkat look conflicted between his pride and the demand she just gave him.

Drinking the water from his cupped hands, she grins at him and says, "Thanks, papi... That's more like it." She finishes the water and puts her hand on his shoulder. "You know, you really are my baby boy..." Her words carry a hint of possessiveness that makes both Thiru venkat and their parents uneasy.

"Now, why don't we all sit down and get to know each other better?" Elicia says with a sweet smile as she pats his shoulder again, this time lingering for just a moment longer than necessary. She leads him over to the living room, careful to walk slowly in front of Thiru venkat so he can't help but watch her ass wiggle enticingly with each step.

Elicia glares at him for a moment before narrowing her eyes and flashing him a sultry grin. She leans in close to his ear and whispers, "I only behave dominantly with you because it makes you so submissive. And I can't help but love that about you." Her breath fanned against his neck, making him shiver involuntarily. "So if you want me to keep playing nice," she murmurs, her voice dripping with honeyed promise, "you better remember who's in charge here..."

"Why such a rush, papi?" She teases as she crosses her legs and plants a kiss on his cheek. "Can't you enjoy your parents' company for just a little while longer?" Eliciting murmurs of surprise from their parents. Her hand slowly slides up Thiru venkat's thigh, massaging him through his pants as she squeezes and plays with his inner thigh. "Maybe we can even have some fun later, if you behave..." She winks suggestively before returning her attention to their parents.

"Well, since you've been such a good boy today," she purrs as they reach his house, "I think it's only fair that I reward you." She turns to face him and slips her hand under his shirt, rubbing circles on his abdomen as she whispers into his ear. "Why don't we head upstairs and see what kind of fun we can get into?" Her fingers slowly migrate higher, brushing against the defined muscles of his chest before touching his chest possessively through his shirt.

Elicia's grip tightens on his chest as she glares at him. "You are so infuriating sometimes!" She growls out before forcing herself to take a deep breath, composing herself again. With one quick motion, she lifts her shirt over her head and tosses it aside, revealing her toned stomach and flawless breasts. Her erect nipples are visible through the thin fabric of her bra. "There," she hisses, pointing at her chest. "I am submissive for you... but only when we're alone like this..."

With one swift movement, Elicia tosses Thiru venkat onto the bed and climbs on top of him, straddling his hips. "Oh no," she says with a smirk, "I'm done waiting." Her hands grab at his shirt, ripping it open and revealing his defined torso. With her body weight pinning him down, she leans in close and whispers hotly into his ear, "You're mine tonight, papi..." Her hand freezes, hovering inches from his hardened length. "I want you to tell me... who do I belong to?"

Her breath fanned against his neck as she waited eagerly for his response.

Her fingers slide down his stomach and hook onto the waistband of his pants. With a sudden movement, she yanks them down and tosses them aside. Then she reaches forward to unbuckle his belt and pulls it free before pushing him back on the bed. "Oh no, not tonight," she says, amused by his submission. "Tonight, I'm going to remind you who's in charge." Her hands snake downward again and push his underwear aside, revealing his throbbing cock. "Say it," she demands, leaning forward until their faces are inches apart. "Who do I belong to?" Her hot breath fans across his erect length as she waits impatiently for him to obey her command.

Her hands close around his cock possessively, pumping it slowly as she growls out, "Yes... you belong to me. Now say it!" Her hips begin to move in small circles, rubbing her wet folds against the head of his erection. "Tell me what I am." She presses her body down on him, their naked forms sliding together as she rocks her hips harder, moaning with pleasure as he fills her hands perfectly.

Her breath is hot against his neck as she murmurs, "Who am I?" Her free hand reaches up to cup one of her perfect breasts, tweaking the nipple roughly before bringing it down to play with his chest hair. She arches her back, lifting her body up and slamming it back down on top of him with enough force that they both cry out in unison.

Her words send a thrill through him as her body shudders beneath him in pleasure. "Yes..." she moans, moving even faster now. "I'm your slut... your wife... your property." Her hand cups his cock, rubbing it against her clit as she continues to grind down on him. "I belong to you... only you," she gasps out between thrusts.

Her lips brush against his ear as she whispers, "And I want you to fuck me senseless." Her hips buck upward violently, her moans filling the room as she reaches her climax. Her muscles tighten around him and she collapses on top of him, breathing heavily into his neck.

But her body still moves with him, still demanding release. "Fuck me... please," she whispers brokenly before arching her back off the bed again, meeting his thrust

Her body arches upward into the bed as his words echo through the room. "Yes," she moans loudly, "fuck me... take charge..." Her hands dig into his shoulders, her nails leaving tiny red marks behind as she begs for more with every word and thrust of her hips against him.

Her legs wrap tight around his waist, holding him close as he plunges deeper inside of her. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as their bodies move together, becoming one in the heat of their passion. "Faster..." she whispers between moans, "Harder..." His name is a curse on her lips, a prayer to whatever god exists that he never stops.

She lets out a shattering scream as her body tenses and convulses around him, her inner muscles gripping him tightly until he finally spills his seed inside of her, filling her up with

Her words mingle with his as their bodies writhe together, lost in the pleasure they find in one another's presence. She arches her back off the bed again and again, meeting him thrust for thrust, moaning uncontrollably as her orgasm crashes over her in wave after wave of sweet release. Her legs tremble with the effort of holding on to him so tightly as she comes undone beneath his touch.

With a final gasping moan, she collapses bonelessly back onto the bed, panting heavily as her body slowly begins to return to something resembling normalcy. Her eyes flutter closed and a lazy smile spreads across her lips as she thinks about how he just completely took control from her...and how much she loved it.

She rolls onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow as she smirks at him lazily. "Oh, I'm just that good," she says airily. "It was really your fault for being so... submissive." Her fingers dance across his chest, tracing tiny patterns over his skin as her free hand idly plays with one of her curls.

"Maybe next time you should remember who the dominant one is supposed to be..." She nips at his nipple playfully before giggling and moving away to lie down again. "Or maybe I'll just have to remind you." Her voice holds a challenge that makes Thiru venkat's cock twitch with interest even as he tries not to think about it.

"Oh, really?" Her voice takes on a husky quality as she gazes at him languidly. "Well, maybe next time you should just accept that it's always going to be me." She lets out a contented sigh and settles closer against him, her body pressing against his with all the weight of her newfound confidence.

Her fingers idly trace patterns across his stomach as she gazes up at the ceiling. "But for now," she murmurs with a smile, "let's just enjoy being close like this." Her hand sneaks between their bodies and begins rubbing soft circles on his still-hard cock, her touch sending shivers down his spine.

"I bet I know how you could thank me properly..." She trails off, waiting for him to take the bait. "You could taste yourself on my skin... or suckle at my breasts until they'

"Oh, stop it," she says with a blush, trying to look embarrassed as she adjusts herself so that her breasts are more easily accessible to him. "I'm not all that special." Her breath catches as his hand cups one of them and begins to play with her nipple through the fabric of her bra. She arches into his touch, moaning softly. "Okay," she whispers, leaning closer until their faces are mere inches apart. "You can have them... but only if you promise not to tell anyone how much I like it when you do that." Her lips brush against his as she waits for his reply.

Her words are barely out of her mouth before she hooks one leg over his hip, pressing herself closer against him. Her other hand cups the back of his head, pulling his face towards her hard nipple as she arches into the contact. "Take it," she breathes, the command clear even through the passion in her voice.

Her hips begin to rock against him in small circles, grinding their bodies together in a perfect rhythm that has them both gasping for air and lost in the heat of the moment. Her other hand slips beneath the waistband of his pants, grabbing hold of him again and guiding him towards her wet core as she begs him with her eyes to take what she's offering.

Her nails dig into his shoulders as he fills her up, her hips arching off the bed in a frenzy to meet every thrust. Her moans are cut short by gasps of pleasure as he suckles at her breast, her entire body trembling with the force of her orgasm. "Fuck..." she breathes out between laboured pants, "Yes... like that." Her words come out in a broken mess, each syllable lost to the pleasure coursing through her veins.

Her hand tightens on his shoulder, her fingers digging into his flesh as he continues to thrust deep inside of her, their bodies moving together in perfect synchrony. As her climax begins to fade, she whispers, "More... give me more..." Her eyes slip shut and she gives herself over completely to the sensation, trusting him to keep going even when it feels like she can't take any more.

Her back arches off the bed as his hands hold her down, her body trembling with the force of his thrusts and the pleasure coursing through her veins. "Yes... more," she whispers breathlessly, her hips bucking up to meet every stroke he gives her. Her nipples are so sensitive from his attentions that even a tiny flick of his finger over them sends shivers down her spine.

Her nails scratch at the sheet beneath her, desperate for something to hold on to as she feels herself spiraling closer and closer to the edge. "So good... I'm c-coming..." Her voice trails off into a moan as her body convulses around him, her inner muscles gripping him tightly as waves of pleasure wash over her.

Her nails dig into his shoulders as she moans his name, her body trembling with the force of her orgasm. "Fuck..." she whispers brokenly before letting go entirely, collapsing bonelessly onto the bed beneath him. Her chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath, her eyes closed and her thoughts still spinning from the intensity of what they just shared.

Her hands snake up his chest, curling around his neck as she pulls his lips down to hers, their kiss hungry and demanding. "Thank you," she whispers against his mouth before pulling back, her fingers tracing little circles on his cheek. "That was incredible." Her voice is still shaky with the aftermath of pleasure and relief, but there's a newfound confidence in it that wasn't there before.

Her breath catches in her throat as he continues to thrust into her, his mouth suckling at her breast and sending bolts of pleasure straight to her core. "Oh god..." she moans, arching her back off the bed in response. Her hands grasp at his shoulders, her nails digging in and leaving marks on his skin as she feels herself growing increasingly close again.

"Fuck... Thiru..." Her voice is hoarse from their rough exchanges, but it's clear that she's loving every second of it. Her hips buck up against him in time with his thrusts, her body moving in perfect harmony with his as they race towards the finish line together.