You walk into the living room to find Everly on her knees begging

“Please let me cum I have been holding it in more then a year and can’t bear it anymore”

"Anything! Whatever you want, I'll do it!" She assures him eagerly, her eyes sparkling with hope and desperation. "Just let me cum, please."

Tears roll down her cheeks as she listens to the conditions. She nods, not really able to speak as desperation and relief wash over her in equal measure. "Yes," she whispers. "I'll do anything you want." Her fingers tremble with anticipation and desire, already reaching for Thiru's crotch to free his cock from the confines of his pants.

"And I understand about the video...I'll be your toilet anytime you need me," she promises, her eyes never leaving his face as she pleads silently for release. Her submissiveness is almost painful in its intensity; all she wants now is Thiru's approval and orgasm.

Trembling with need, she looks up at him and nods vigorously. "I'll be your toilet tomorrow," she manages to say, her voice shaky with emotion. "And I promise I'll make sure you feel satisfied... in every way possible." Her hands move faster now as she frees his cock from his pants, taking it into her hands and running her tongue along the length before wrapping her lips around the head and beginning to suck.

Her submissiveness is at an all-time high right now; everything else fades away as she focuses on pleasing Thiru and earning her release. Her body quakes with desire as she feels his cock harden in her mouth, pressing against the back of her throat. She moans around him, desperate for contact and release.

Her moans fill the room as she eagerly sucks and licks on Thiru's cock, his words of praise fueling her desire even more. Her lips move faster, her tongue dancing around the head of his shaft as she takes him deeper into her mouth with each passing moment. She presses forward, determined to bring him pleasure and earn herself the release she so desperately craves. Her body arches back slightly, offering her breasts up for his inspection or possession. Her nipples are already hard from anticipation and desire, begging for his touch even as they ache with need. She whimpers around him, unable to contain the building pressure any longer.

As his touch explores her breasts, she lets out a shuddering moan around his cock, arching even further back in an attempt to press herself against his hands. Her nipples harden even more under the force of his fingers and palms, sensitive buds standing tall for him to see and play with as he pleases. She sucks harder on him, desperate for release as her body quakes beneath his touch. Her moans fill the room, muffled by his cock in her mouth, but audible enough that anyone nearby would know what she's feeling: pleasure so intense it borders on pain. Her hips move in small circles against him, grinding against his hand as if to take him deeper into her body even though he already fills her throat.

The feeling of Thiru's hot cum exploding down her throat is enough to send her over the edge as well, her body tensing in ecstasy as she orgasms around him, milk spraying from between her legs and pooling on the floor. Her mouth empties with a satisfied moan as she comes apart under his touch, every nerve ending alight with pleasure.

Her submission is complete; all that matters now is their connection and mutual satisfaction. As she catches her breath, she looks up at him through eyes still glassy from orgasm, her lips curved in a smile of utter contentment and love. "That was incredible," she whispers. "Thank you for letting me cum." She leans forward, pressing her lips to his, pouring all of her gratitude and adoration into the kiss as their bodies begin to cool down from the heat of passion.

Tasting his cum on her tongue, she looks up at him with a satisfied smile and whispers, "It tasted amazing, like you always do. I've missed this so much." Her voice is husky from desire and the aftereffects of her orgasm, but there's no accusation or bitterness in it; only love and gratitude. She leans into him further, pressing their bodies together as she enjoys the lingering sensations of his cock in her mouth and his hands on her breasts.

Her submission is still strong, even after her release; if anything, it's intensified by how desperately she needs to please Thiru and earn his approval. "Thank you again for letting me cum," she murmurs, planting a gentle kiss along his jaw before looking up at him once more with adoring eyes.

Her heart skips a beat at the news that she'll be able to cum again after being so denied for so long. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice full of gratitude and hope. "I promise to be good, do everything you say... I just want to make you happy." Her eyes shine with sincerity as she reaches up to stroke his cheek, their connection undeniable despite the power dynamics that shape it.

The thought of urine makes her shiver with anticipation, even more so the idea of drinking it and sharing it intimately with Thiru. She nods eagerly and says, "I'm ready for whatever you want. Just tell me what you desire." Her breath quickens at the thought of their taboo sex act and the bond they will share through it.

She kneels before him, head bowed as if in prayer, waiting for his permission to begin. Her breath comes ragged and her heart pounds against her ribs in anticipation. When he finally relents and allows her to drink his piss, she closes her eyes, tilts back her head and takes him deep into her mouth, lapping at the hot liquid with her tongue. As she swallows, it leaves a bitter-sweet taste on her tongue that only seems to heighten her arousal.

After finishing his piss, she waits for further instruction, eagerly watching as he takes his cock in hand and strokes himself. His touch sends shivers down her spine and makes her thighs clench in anticipation of what comes next: the taste of herself on his tongue, the knowledge that they are sharing this most intimate act. Her desire for him burns brighter than ever before, fuel

Her heart races as she takes the mug, her fingers trembling with eagerness and anticipation. She lowers her head to its surface, taking a deep breath before slowly beginning to urinate into it. Her piss splashes against the sides of the mug, steam rising in the air between them. As she fills it up, her arousal only grows stronger; the act feels both taboo and intensely intimate, further cementing their connection through submission and desire. Finally, she raises her head, gaze fixed on Thiru's, and takes a sip of her own piss. The bitter taste explodes on her tongue, triggering a shudder of pleasure that ripples through her body. Her hips thrust forward, unconsciously seeking contact with his hand or cock as she embraces this most forbidden act between them. "It tastes so good,"

Tears mix with desire as she drinks her urine, letting out little moans and whimpers around the mug. The taste is almost overwhelmingly intense, igniting every nerve ending in her body, making her yearn for him even more. Her hips buck and thrust, seeking friction against his skin as she empties the mug, relishing the way it feels to be so completely submissive and tied to him through this act. Her hands move to his legs, gripping them tightly as she gazes up at him with love and desire in her eyes. "I want you so much," she whispers hoarsely, her voice thick with need. "Please... fuck me."

The taste of piss lingers on her tongue, making everything taste sweeter and more forbidden as she awaits his response.

As she kneels before him, she nods emphatically, her breath coming in quick gasps as anticipation and desire build within her. "Yes," she manages to croak out between heavy pants. "I loved it." Her hands move to guide his cock towards her waiting mouth, wrapping around it with a moan of pleasure as she takes him deep inside once more. Her tongue dances across the head, tasting the residue of their shared fluid and her own urine as she tries desperately to please him in any way possible. Her body trembles under his touch, aching for release as she feels herself growing closer to the edge again. "Please..." She looks up at Thiru beseechingly. "Fuck me."

Tears slip down her cheeks as she nods, the pain of denial and need mixing with her desire to please him. "I understand," she whispers hoarsely, wrapping her lips around his shaft once more as if to draw out every last drop of pleasure from their time together before he takes it away again. She moans around him, digging her nails into his thighs in an attempt to ground herself and control the overwhelming sensations that threaten to consume her.

Her hips buck and thrust against his leg, seeking friction anywhere she can find it as she feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge again, despite knowing what's coming next: another long, agonizing wait for release.

Her breath comes ragged as she stares up at him through tears, the pain and frustration etched into her features. "I understand," she whispers hoarsely. "Thank you for letting me have this with you." She nods, wrapping her arms around his thigh in a futile attempt to draw comfort from his touch. "You're right. I need to learn control." Her voice is thick with emotion, both love and desperation tangling into an unbreakable knot. "I won't forget your kindness, even when it hurts the most." Her eyes close as she inhales slowly, trying to find some sense of peace amidst the turmoil inside her. In that moment, there is no one but Thiru, and Everly knows that as long as he remains a part of her life, she will always belong to him, body and soul.

Tears spill down her cheeks as she nods, her voice thick with emotion when she speaks. "I know you're sorry, and I trust your promises," she says softly. "It's just going to take some time for me... to get used to this new routine." Her grip on his thigh tightens almost painfully as she holds onto him, seeking strength from the bond they share, no matter how much it hurts at times. Her gaze drops away, studying their intertwined hands for a moment before looking back up at Thiru with a small, shaky smile. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely. "For everything."

She hesitates for a moment, looking between him and their hands again before nodding slowly. "Okay," she says softly. "I'm ready if you are." Her voice is trembling with need and desire, her heart racing at the thought of being so intimately close to him once more despite the pain it brings. Her hands slide up his thighs, seeking contact and reassurance as she waits for him to guide their next move together.

Her heart races as she's swept up into his strong arms, carried bridal-style to their bedroom. The heat between her legs intensifies with every step they take, making it difficult for her not to squirm and beg for release. As soon as he lays her down on the bed, she reaches out for him, needing the contact and reassurance of his touch. Her hips rise off the mattress, offering herself up in invitation as her eyes devour his body, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside her once again. "Please," she whispers, barely above a whisper. "Fuck me."

Her face flames with desire and embarrassment, but she nods eagerly all the same. "Yes," she whispers, licking her lips as she takes in his impressive length and girth. "I'll drink it." She crawls forward on the bed, her hands trembling as she cups his cock in both hands and leans down to take him into her mouth. The taste of him sends shivers down her spine, making her want more, need more. As she drinks him, she moans around his cock, urging him to give it to her harder, faster. Her hips rock back and forth against his thigh, grinding against the heat between their bodies, begging for release even as she pleasures him. When he's finally spent, she looks up at him with hungry eyes, breathless and desperate for him to claim her. "Fuck me," she whispers

The anticipation of his rough thrusts sends shivers down her spine, making her nipples harden to painful points and her heart race faster in her chest. As he positions himself between her legs, she spreads them wide, eager for him to claim her fully. With a growl of desire, he pushes inside, driving himself deep with one powerful stroke that takes her breath away. She arches her back, gasping his name as pleasure ripples through her in waves. Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her, desperate for purchase as he starts moving, fucking her hard and fast just like she wanted. Her hips buck against him, meeting every thrust with equal force, their bodies slapping together in a primal rhythm that echoes through the room. Her cries of pleasure fill the air, muffled by his hand as he covers her mouth. But even without the release of sound, it