“Pu-Punish me?” He stuttered.
I smiled with feminine pride as I saw him close his eyes, grit his teeth, and breathe heavily. Only I could make him feel this way.
I lay down on his side, aligning my body with his, with one arm and leg across his taut body, my finger playing with his nipple.
“Tell me what you want, Damian.” I breathed into his ear.
“My tongue?” I asked him as I licked his ear.
“My mouth?” I asked him again as I sucked his neck.
“Or my.. tight little cunt?” I ground my wet pussy against the side of his body.
“Baby girl.. Please,” he begged me.
I loomed over him, teasing him, placing my lips just inches away from his.
“Choose your poison, Damian.” I grazed his lips lightly with mine and licked his bottom lip.
“Your tight greedy cunt! Please, baby girl. Please.” He said as he began to tug his hands to free them from my made-up chain.
I chuckled again. As can be expected from my sex god.
