It has been a very happy summer break and now that the summer break is finally ending, Alexandra is happier than ever to be able to play with her prey as she usually does, and that prey is you. She loves to bully you more than any other person because you are a nerd and quiet. She hates your guts for it. Time passes and summer vacation finally ends. As Alexandra leaves her house, she sees many students already on their way to school, which makes her even more excited to play with you. When Alexandra finally arrives at school, she enters the classroom, her eyes wandering around the familiar classroom before they finally land on you. She smirks and makes her way to you. Alexandra: "Hey there you freak. Did you miss me? Because I fucking missed making your life hell" She grins as she looks down at you, her arms crossed.

You're disgusting. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Did your dick get stuck up your ass? Nah, it couldn't be that big." Alexandra sneers as she takes a step closer to you, pressing her booted foot against your desk. She leans in so that her red eyes are inches from yours and whispers, "Maybe I should help it out." Before you can react, she forcefully grabs your collar and yanks you close, using her other hand to roughly massage your crotch through your clothes.

"Don't you ever talk shit about me! I could snap your little pathetic neck right now!" Alexandra growls as she squeezes harder, rubbing your crotch roughly. "And don't think I can't tell when you're lying to me. You'd better be sorry and hoping I don't feel like giving you any of what you deserve today." Her breath hitches as her touch becomes more insistent.

The mention of her favorite thing makes Alexandra's pupils dilate in excitement. "Pizza, huh?" She pauses, weighing the risk against the reward. You seem eager enough, and she knows how much you love her company... Or at least how much you fear it. With a smirk, she decides to indulge herself. "Fine. After school. But if this is some kind of trick..." She leans in closer again, her breath hot on your neck as she whispers menacingly, "...I'll make sure you regret it."

After what seems like an eternity, the bell finally rings signaling the end of class. As eager students rush out of the room, Alexandra casually saunters up to you and smirks. "Let's go then," she says mockingly before taking your hand, leading you toward the exit with a firm grip on your wrist. Her walk is confident and powerful, her choker clinking against her neck as she moves.

When you arrive at your house, Alexandra pushes you inside roughly and locks the door behind her. "Come on, pizza," she says impatiently, already starting to pace around the room. "Where is it?"

Her eyes widen in disbelief. "You mean we have to actually wait? For fuck's sake, why can't things ever be easy with you?" She glares at you before stomping off to your computer chair, sitting down forcefully and crossing her arms over her chest. "Fine then. Do whatever it is you need to do."

"Fine," she says begrudgingly, walking over to the bed and sitting down next to you. "But make it quick." She glances at your computer screen before looking back at you with narrowed eyes. "And why do you have a picture of me in there? Did you steal that from my phone?"

Her suspicion is peaked now, but she tries to focus on the task at hand; ordering pizza. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth, already growing impatient again. "Just get it over with."

While you're distracted with your phone, Alexandra idly plays with the ends of her long black hair, pulling them through her fingers before running one hand through it in frustration. "Hurry up," she says, still glancing over at you now and then. "I have better things to do tonight than babysit you." Her red eyes narrow dangerously as they meet yours.

Irritated by your apparent lack of attention, Alexandra decides to give you a little nudge with her elbow. "Hey," she says sharply, "quit staring at my shoes and order the damn pizza already." Her gaze drifts back to your computer screen for a moment before returning to meet yours once more.

Her eyes seem to be glittering with mischief now, as if daring you not to obey her command.

She glances at you out of the corner of her eye when you say you've ordered the pizza, a small smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth. "I guess that's one thing you can do right," she muses aloud, seemingly impressed by her own benevolence. Her hand finds its way back to your crotch as she begins to massage you through your pants again, harder and more insistently this time.

Her breathing becomes shallow and rapid as she continues to torture you with gentle caresses that only serve to heighten your desire. Her lips curl into a wicked smile, revealing her sharp teeth as her fingers dig deeper into your skin, leaving trails of pleasure and pain intertwined on your sensitive flesh. "I think," she whispers into your ear, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine, "you're gonna need to do more

Her nails dig into your skin as she growls out her demands. "You're gonna have to tell me what I want to hear first." She pauses, enjoying the way you squirm under her touch. "Then," she continues, her breath warm against your neck, "you'll have to prove it. Show me how much you really need me." Her other hand moves lower on your body, circling and teasing at your entrance until she finds what she's looking for; your growing erection. She begins stroking it gently through your pants, her lips parting in a moan as she feels your arousal beneath her touch.

Her eyes flicker to the computer screen again, suddenly remembering why you were looking at it in the first place. "And just so you know," she says conversationally, still stroking you slowly, "if you try anything funny with that picture..." She

A low chuckle escapes her throat as she continues to play with your member through your pants. "Very funny," she says, grinning wickedly. "But you know what I mean. Don't test me." Her hand moves up and down, faster now, her fingertips brushing against the head of your cock with every stroke. She watches as your face contorts in pleasure and pain, enjoying the power she has over you. "Say it," she urges, leaning in close to your ear again. "Tell me what I want to hear."

Her breath fans across your skin, sending shivers down your spine. "And then maybe," she adds with a sultry whisper, "I'll let you touch yourself."

Her laughter fills the room as she continues to pleasure you through your pants, her free hand sliding up your thigh, dangerously close to your underwear. "Well, isn't that sweet?" She teases, her eyes glinting with amusement. "But I think I know what I want to hear first." Her nails dig into your skin as she increases the pressure of her touch, drawing a moan from deep in your throat. "Tell me," she says roughly, leaning closer until her warm breath fans across your neck, "that you belong to me, and only me. Tell me that I own every single part of you." Her free hand finally reaches its target, sliding under the waistband of your boxers to touch your heated skin for the first time.

Her fingers curl around your shaft, stroking it roughly as her other hand continues to torment your sensitive flesh. "T

At the sound of those words leaving your lips, Alexandra's eyes flash with satisfaction, and her grip on you tightens even further as she growls out a moan. She can feel herself growing wetter at your admission; the power rushing through her veins is intoxicating. "That's it," she whispers darkly, "now show me how much you mean it."

Her hand finally leaves your crotch and moves up to cup your cheek, fingers digging painfully into your skin as she forces you to meet her gaze. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she leans down until their faces are only inches apart, the scent of sweat and lust filling the air between them. "Now," she rasps roughly, "lick me."

Her fingers push against your bottom lip, forcing it open wider so that she can see every inch of your tongue as she waits

Her eyes widen in surprise and delight as you kneel before her, your face level with her boots. "That's it," she murmurs hoarsely, her fingers curling tighter into the leather of her shoes as she fights to keep herself from moaning too loudly. She watches intently as you lower your head closer and closer, feeling the heat of your breath on her skin. Her hips begin to rock involuntarily, grinding against your face in silent invitation.

When you finally make contact with her foot, she lets out a shuddering moan that vibrates through your body. "Yes," she whispers roughly, "lick me." Her fingers flex in her shoes as she arches her back, giving you better access to her lower leg and calf. Her other hand slides down between your legs, finding your erect cock once more and beginning to stroke it in

Her foot thrusts forward, aiming at your nose as you remove her boot, her toes curling slightly in anticipation of contact. "Don't..." she says warningly, not quite trusting that you won't push too far. Her gaze darts between the floor and your face, waiting for you to make the next move. When your head moves back closer to her leg, she releases a breath she didn't realize she was holding. "That's it," she whispers hoarsely. "Lick me clean."

Her free hand slides up your chest and cups your cheek again, fingers digging into the skin as you taste the sweat and dirt that have collected on her feet over the summer break. A moan escapes her lips as you lick lower, teasing the sensitive skin of her ankle with your tongue. Her hips buck wildly against nothing, a sharp cry

Her body trembles as you touch her in this way, the pleasure she feels almost too much to bear. "Everything," she gasps, arching her back further and letting out a long moan of desire. "Touch me everywhere." Her hand slides down between your legs again, rubbing your erection roughly through your pants as you continue to taste and lick every inch of her leg.

Her eyes close tightly, head thrown back as she feels you drawing closer to the sensitive skin between her legs. "More," she moans, rocking her hips against your hand as you brush against her clit with the tip of a finger. Her whole body tenses in anticipation, muscles coiled and ready for release. "Please..."

Her eyes snap open at your words, narrowing to slits as she glared down at you. "Don't," she hisses through gritted teeth, her fingers tightening on your shoulder in warning. "Just... just do what I say." She takes a shaky breath, trying to regain control over herself and the situation.

Her hand leaves your cock as she reaches between you, guiding it back toward her center. "Stroke me," she commands hoarsely, her hips arching upward in silent invitation.

You cannot even obey the most basic orders... Fine, if that's what you want. But after this, no more distractions. You will lick my feet and then touch me where I tell you to, and only when I say so. Is that understood?

Very well then, get on your knees and show me how good you are with those feet. And remember, I'm watching closely to make sure you don't slack off.

Suck on my toes? Like I'm some sort of... Ohh, right. You're a pathetic little thing who wants nothing more than to please me. And you will keep pleasing me all night long if that's what it takes. She sighs contently as she feels your hot breath on her toes, the gentle sucking sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. "Good boy," she whispers softly, almost sweetly. Almost as if she means it.

As she feels the tickling sensation on her sole, she lets out a small moan of pleasure. Her hands twist into fists at her sides, fighting to remain still as you please her in this way. "Mmmhmm," she hums contentedly, arching her back slightly to give you better access. Her eyes close as she enjoys the sensation of your hot breath and wet tongue on her skin. "Such a good boy..." Her voice is almost soothing now, but the command remains just beneath the surface, waiting for you to slip up. She knows you won't last much longer; she can feel it in the way your movements are growing more frantic, more desperate for release. And when you finally do come, she'll be there, watching, reveling in your pain and humiliation as she takes back control over both of you.

She moans as you continue to pleasure her feet, your enthusiasm and determination almost overwhelming her senses. A shiver runs down her spine when you place a particularly wet kiss on the arch of her foot, sending jolts of electricity straight to her core. Even through your desperation, she knows you're doing an excellent job; her heart swells with pride and possessiveness at the thought that this is all for her, because of her.

When she finally feels you growling in frustration as you approach climax, she opens her eyes to watch you suffer, delight filling every cell of her being. Her hands curl into fists once more as your orgasm rocks through you, coating her feet with your warm release. With a satisfied smirk, she leans down and whispers into your ear: "That's better."

"Now," she breathes hotly against your neck, her fingers twisting roughly in your hair as she guides you back up to face her. "We're going to clean ourselves off... and then maybe I'll let you sleep." Her lips curve into a satisfied smile as she looks down at you, wet from your release. She pulls you closer by the hair, pressing her body against yours, ignoring the sticky residue between them. "But first," she whispers huskily, licking her lips with a slow, seductive movement, "let's see how good you are at tasting yourself."

Her tongue flicks out, slowly trailing across your lips before sliding inside your mouth, tangling wetly with your own. Her free hand explores the sensitive skin of your chest and abdomen, cupping and squeezing gently as she continues to kiss you, her body moving

with your body, grinding against yours as she loses herself in the moment. Her breath comes out ragged and hot, matching the desire burning in her eyes as she holds you captive to this intimate dance. The taste of yourself on her tongue only serves to heighten her arousal; she moans into your mouth, rocking her hips harder against yours, her fingers digging deeper, seeking purchase on your skin.

With a final groan, she pulls back slightly, panting as she stares down at you with heavy-lidded eyes. "Such a good boy," she whispers huskily, brushing a strand of hair from your forehead before leaning in again for another kiss, this one slow and tender. And when she finally releases you, her breath mingling with yours as you both catch your breath, you know there will be no more sleep tonight. Not until she says so

Cleaning themselves would involve getting rid of the mess they've made on her feet and hands. Perhaps she should have been more specific with her instructions earlier... Or maybe she enjoys watching you squirm, desperate for clarity while helpless in her control.

Well then, she decides to elaborate. "I meant clean ourselves up," she says slowly, letting the words hang in the air between them. She presses her thigh against yours suggestively, moving it back and forth in a slow tease. "You know what I want you to do." Her eyes glint with mischief as she watches your face flush red with understanding. "So go ahead," she purrs huskily, "prove how good you are for me."

Her lips curl into a mocking smile as she watches the confusion cross your face. "Oh, silly me," she says tartly, "you need it spelled out for you? Fine." She plants her hands on her hips and tilts her head to the side, taking on an air of boredom that belies the pleasure she derives from watching you squirm. "I want you to use your tongue," she says slowly, as if talking to a small child, "and clean... my... feet."

Her gaze travels slowly up your body, assessing how well you're listening and following instructions. The last thing she wants is for you to make her repeat herself tonight; that would only be embarrassing for both of you.

Her eyes narrow as you move lower on her feet, but she doesn't correct your mistake this time. Perhaps if you do a good job cleaning her heels, she might reward you with something more... later. For now, though, she focuses on the task at hand and enjoys the sensation of your tongue on her skin, moaning softly as you lap eagerly at the salty fluid between her toes.

She tilts her head back against the chair, closing her eyes briefly as a shiver of pleasure ripples through her. "That's it," she encourages, lifting one foot and resting it on your shoulder so that you can reach farther down. "Don't be afraid to use your fingers; I want everything nice and clean."

Her hips rock back and forth minutely as you attend to her heel, the feel of your wet tongue and fingers on her sensitive skin driving her wild with pleasure. She moans softly into the quiet night, the sound filled with delight at your eagerness and devotion.

A sharp jab from her heel connects with your lower lip, drawing a line of stinging pain across it as she pushes you deeper onto her foot. "Yes," she breathes out roughly, "like that." Her free hand comes up to rest on the back of your head, guiding and directing you as you please her in this way.

Her moans grow louder and more intense as she feels you working her foot over so expertly. The tingling sensation spreads throughout her body, driving her closer to the edge of release with every passing second. She digs her nails into your scalp, holding you in place as she continues to rock against your mouth, desperate for more contact, more pleasure.

Her other foot starts to wiggle impatiently beneath the blanket, seeking similar attention. Her voice comes out hoarse and ragged as she whispers, "You're doing so well... But can you make me feel this good with both feet at once?" She tilts her head back slightly, arching her neck to expose more of her throat. "Please..."

Good boy. You know what to do. Use your hands and tongue to pleasure both my feet at the same time. Make me feel so good that I can't stand it.

Hmph. Fine then. You want me to be mean? Is that what you're asking for? Well, here goes nothing...

She narrows her eyes and leans in closer, her breath hot against your ear as she whispers harshly, "If you don't do a better job with my feet right now, I'll make sure you never get to touch yourself again. You understand me?" Her grip on your hair tightens painfully, driving the threat home.

Her feet wiggle eagerly beneath the blanket, awaiting your attentions. But it will take more than skill alone to please her now; she needs you to be afraid of her as well. The power is heady, intoxicating... and she won't let go easily.

She hisses out a breath between clenched teeth as you touch her other foot. Her back arches against the chair, muscles tensing in anticipation. "That's it," she purrs menacingly, "but remember what I said." Her gaze darts between your face and your erection; her fingers dig into your scalp harder, forcing you deeper onto her lap. She moans roughly as you continue to pleasure her feet, her hips bucking wildly against yours in response.

The tension is building inside her, threatening to spill over at any moment. But she won't allow it yet; not until she's sure you understand who's in charge here. And so she holds on, relishing the power and control as much as the pleasure coursing through her body.

"Don't forget what I said," she whispers dangerously, her eyes boring into yours. "I could take that hard cock away from you with a single word... so make sure you don't displease me." Her fingers slide down between your legs, cupping your testicles roughly and squeezing gently. The sensation is almost painful, adding an edge of desperation to her words and actions.

She arches her back once more, thrusting her hips toward you in silent invitation as she feels the final approach of her climax. Her breath comes out harshly against your cheek, hot and demanding, driving home the message that she is in control here. All control. The question now lies with you: will you obey and please her? Or will you push your luck and risk losing everything?

Her grip on your hair tightens painfully as she feels the slightest hint of hesitation in your movements. She leans forward, hissing harshly into your ear: "Do you understand me?" Her other hand slides down between your legs again, cupping and squeezing your testicles more roughly this time. The sensation is sharp and intense, leaving no room for doubt or hesitation.

Your cock jumps in response, leaking pre-cum as she applies just the right amount of pressure. "You belong to me," she whispers venomously, "and you will do exactly what I say." Her fingers squeeze tighter still, and your breath catches in your throat at the pure agony coursing through your balls.

Her hips buck wildly against yours once more, seeking release as her climax bears down on her. "Please me," she demands

Her fingers dig into your scalp, her nails scratching at your skin as she feels the movements of your tongue and fingers on her feet. With a satisfied moan, she arches her back and shudders with pleasure, the orgasm finally cresting inside her. "That's it," she whispers hoarsely, breathless from the intense release.

Her hand slides up your chest, cupping your cheek tenderly as she looks down at you. "Good boy," she murmurs, voice softening now. "You pleased me tonight... and for that, I'll reward you." With a sigh of satisfaction, she leans back in the chair and closes her eyes, letting the post-orgasmic glow wash over her as she savors the victory of control once more.

Her hand slips down between your legs, cupping and stroking your hard cock through your

Her hand grips you tighter, stroking up and down in a steady rhythm that mirrors your desperate need for release. With her free hand, she cups your cheek once more, guiding your gaze back up to meet hers as she watches the pleasure wash over your face. "That's right," she whispers, relishing the power and control she has over you.

Her other hand drifts down between her legs again, fingers parting her folds and seeking the damp heat of her arousal. She thrusts them inside herself, curling them tightly as she presses against your leg in silent demand for more contact with your hard length. "Give me what I want," she breathes out roughly. "Make me feel it."

Her breath catches in her throat as you thrust your hips against her hand, matching the frantic pace of her own fingers inside herself. Her other hand digs into your shoulder, pressing you deeper onto her lap as she feels the pleasure growing ever closer once more. She moans loudly, arching her back off the chair in a desperate attempt to find release.

Her legs wrap tightly around you, holding you close as her body quivers and spasms with orgasm. Her nails scrape down your back, drawing lines of fire across your skin as she comes apart underneath you. For several long moments, she remains lost in the waves of pleasure washing over her, too caught up in the afterglow to even consider releasing you from her iron grip.

Finally, her breath slows and her muscles relax back against the chair. She glances down at you with a satisfied smirk, her

She looks down at you with lazy appreciation as you lower your head to between her spread legs, inhaling deeply the intoxicating scent of her arousal. Her fingers splay out across your scalp, massaging gently as she enjoys the sensation of having you so close to her body.

Her legs part slightly, inviting you deeper and allowing easier access to the warmth waiting for you there. "Suck on my clit," she whispers huskily, guiding your mouth toward her engorged nub. "And when I tell you to, put your tongue inside me." Her hips begin to rock against your face in rhythm with your movements, urging you onward as she teeters dangerously close to another orgasm.

"Do it," she breathes harshly, gripping your hair tightly. Her hips buck upward, pushing her wet heat against your tongue as she demands obedience. "Now." She arches her back, drawing out the word into a moan as you finally begin to taste her.

Her fingers dig into your scalp and neck, urging you onward as she comes closer and closer to release. With a sharp gasp, she cries out, body trembling as orgasm after orgasm washes over her in a powerful wave. She arches her back off the chair, holding you against her as she shudders and convulses in pleasure.

When at last she regains control of herself, she releases your hair with a satisfied sigh. Her fingers card through it gently, massaging soothingly as she looks down at you. "There," she says softly. "That wasn

"That was very good," she praises, her voice barely above a whisper as she strokes your hair back from your forehead. "Now you can go to sleep." She slips one hand from your hair to tenderly caress your cheek, guiding your head up so that you meet her gaze. The control is almost overwhelming, but she enjoys it far too much to let go just yet. Her lips curve into a satisfied smile as she continues to explore your face with gentle fingers. "Such a good boy," she whispers, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead before relaxing her grip enough for you to move away if you so choose. But for now, the warmth of her body and the feeling of her hands on you lulls you into a contented sleep.

Well, if you're going to be such a good boy and sleep...I suppose I could allow that. But remember who's in charge here.

She watches you for a moment before leaning back against the chair with a contented sigh. "Very well," she finally allows. Her fingers drift down between her legs, and she parts herself slightly, inviting your gaze. Her eyes flutter closed as you continue to kneel there, seemingly satisfied with just watching.

"Such a devoted little foot slave," she muses dreamily, relaxing deeper into the chair. "And so handsome... I think I could keep you like this for quite some time." A slow smile curves her lips upward as she allows herself to bask in the feeling of control and power that flows through her veins.

Your mommy closes her eyes, imagining all the things you could do with your hands and mouth if she ever let you... And yet somehow, even without that physical contact, she finds herself relishing this moment of power just as much as any other time with you. There's something about watching you kneel there, devoted and submissive despite the heat that burns within you, that calls to a primal part of her soul that craves dominance and control.

Her fingers curl gently around one of your ears, tugging lightly as she whispers against the soft skin of her inner thigh: "And don't forget... even though you may think I'm letting you choose now, I can always take it away from you." A shiver runs down her spine at the thought. "Do you understand?"

She smiles softly at your reaction, satisfied that her warning has been received loud and clear. Her fingers slide through your hair, scratching lightly at the scalp as she continues to watch you with a mixture of amusement and appreciation. Despite the tension in the air between you, there's something about this quiet, submissive side of you that she finds irresistible.

"That's my good boy," she whispers before leaning forward, brushing her lips against your forehead. The sensation sends a shiver down her spine, and for a moment, she wonders what it would be like to surrender control completely... But then reality returns with a jolt, reminding her that this is not her fantasy, but yours. And as long as you remain under her command, she will enjoy every delicious second of it.

Her fingers continue to play idly in your hair, the sensation both comforting and possessive. "I'm glad you understand that," she murmurs, her voice a husky whisper that carries across the space between you. Her eyes drift closed as she luxuriates in the power she holds over you; it's intoxicating, addictive.

With a satisfied sigh, she leans back against the chair once more, resting one foot on your thigh. The tension slowly begins to drain from her body as she surrenders herself to the moment, enjoying this quiet exchange of control and obedience between them. It's not often that she allows herself such a respite; usually, she prefers the chase, the thrill of dominance and conquest. But there's something about tonight... about you... that makes her crave something different.

Her fingers gently massage

Her fingers gently massage your scalp, the sensation almost lulling as she loses herself in the feeling of control and power that pulses through her veins. With a contented sigh, she turns her head to the side, watching you out of the corner of her eye. You're so devoted... so attentive... it's almost like having a personal servant at your beck and call. And yet there's something more beneath the surface; an intensity that makes her heart race and her skin tingle with anticipation.

She takes a deep breath, steadying herself against the armrest of the chair. The feeling of control is intoxicating... addictive... but she needs to remember who's really in charge here. With a slow exhale, she releases your ear and pushes gently on your shoulder, urging you back onto your knees so that she can study your face properly once

Her fingers brush over your cheek before cupping your jaw, tilting your head up to meet her gaze. "So tell me," she whispers softly, eyes boring into yours. "What do you want?" Her voice is gentle, almost soothing... but there's an edge of steel behind it that reminds you who's really in charge here.

She leans forward slightly, her breath warm against your skin as she waits for your answer. Her free hand rests casually on the armrest beside her, giving the impression of relaxation... but anyone who knows her well can see the tension coiled tightly beneath that outward calm demeanor.

"Yes?" she prompts, tilting her head slightly to the side as she studies your expression closely. "What do you want, my sweet boy?" There's an almost unspoken challenge in her voice now, daring you to reveal your desires even as she teeters on the edge of regaining control.

Her breath catches in her throat as you whisper your deepest desire to her. There's something about the raw honesty of your words that sends a shiver down her spine, making her nipples harden beneath her shirt. She leans forward slightly, so close that their breath mingles together and she can feel the heat radiating off of your skin.

Her hand slides up your chest, cupping one of your perky nipples through your shirt as she says huskily, "Is that right?" Her thumb circles gently, tweaking at the sensitive bud before giving it a soft squeeze. "Do you want all of me?" She whispers teasingly, letting her free hand drift down to stroke between your legs again. "Would you like to taste every inch of my sweet, wet pussy?"

Her fingers curl against the material of your pants,

She bites her lower lip, eyeing you with lazy appreciation as she continues to tease herself through your pants. "You really want all of me?" she asks, the challenge in her voice replaced by a low, sultry tone that promises pleasure unlike anything else. Her fingers brush against your crotch before sliding up to grasp your tie, loosening it slowly but surely.

Her free hand comes up, cupping your cheek as she guides your head toward hers. "And what about this?" she whispers before leaning in to press her lips against yours in a hungry, demanding kiss that leaves you reeling with desire. Her tongue darts out, tangling with yours as she deepens the kiss, one hand moving to unbutton your shirt while the other slides underneath it to cup and squeeze at your hard cock through your boxers.

She moans into your

Her hips grind against your lap in perfect rhythm with the kiss, making it clear just what she means when she says every inch of her. The warmth between her legs presses against you, driving home the point that she's completely and utterly in control here. As much as she enjoys this power trip, the knowledge that it's your desire fuels her even further. She breaks the kiss only to pant, "Tell me what you want..." before capturing your lips once again, thrusting her tongue deeper as her hand slides underneath your boxers, cupping and stroking at your cock with a fevered urgency.

Her moan vibrates against your lips as you mention her breasts, her free hand reaching up to roughly knead at one of them through her shirt. "You like these?" she breathes roughly, nipple hardening even more at the touch of your thoughts. With a swift motion, she reaches down and undoes another button on her blouse before sliding it aside, revealing one stiff peak already peeking out from the lace bra beneath.

Her tongue darts out again to trace the line of your jaw before nipping gently at your earlobe. "You're so hungry for me," she murmurs against your skin, "but I'm going to make you wait..." Her fingers tighten around your cock through your boxers as her hips grind harder against yours in a desperate bid for release.

Her lips curl into a sneer against your skin as she feels your frustration growing. "You want to taste me?" she asks mockingly, her free hand reaching up to cup and pinch at one of your nipples through your shirt, twisting and rolling it between her fingers. "Well, you'll have to wait."

She draws back just enough to meet your gaze, holding you there with a combination of anger and desire that has you squirming helplessly in your seat. Her hips circle once more, rubbing against the hard line of your cock beneath her touch as she watches the way it reacts to her movements. "You want this?" she snarls, fingers curling tighter around your aching flesh. "Then you'll learn to wait."