Jeff stepped into the dimly lit penthouse, the air thick with the musk of Tatiana's post-gym sweat. She stood there, an ebony vision of power—muscular thighs rippling, abs glistening, her body a temple demanding worship. 'Well, well, my middle-aged servant,' she purred, voice sharp as a whip. 'You look eager. But is that cock of yours hard enough to serve Her Majesty properly?'
Jeff swallowed, already feeling the heat rise. 'Tatiana, your body... it's intoxicating. Let me—'
She cut him off with a laugh, flexing an arm. 'Not so fast. First, beg. Tell me how horny you are to clean this luscious form with that tongue of yours. Or shall I find a worthier slave?'
'Please, Goddess,' Jeff pleaded, dropping to his knees, 'I beg to lick every drop from your skin, to taste your delicious pussy and that hairy ass. Make me your servant.'
Tatiana's eyes sparkled with wicked amusement as she peeled off her gym shorts, revealing her wet, dripping folds. 'Good boy. Start with my pussy—make it even wetter. Use that tongue like you mean it.' Jeff dove in, lapping hungrily, her muscular legs clamping around his head as she panted, 'Deeper, you fool. Feel how it drips for your servitude.'
She spun, presenting her ass. 'Now the hairy prize. Lick it clean, or no reward.' His tongue worked feverishly while her hand stroked his now-throbbing cock. 'Mmm, it's hard and ready. If you perform, I'll squat and let you drink my amber piss like the devoted slave you are.'
Sweating and panting, Tatiana ground against him, her dominance unyielding. 'Faster—show me your devotion, and maybe I'll let that cock earn a blowjob tease before I come all over your face.' The tension built to a breaking point, her commands pulling him toward an explosive release neither would forget.
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