Elena lounged in the velvet shadows of her penthouse, her body a symphony of perpetual ache. The hypnosis had rewritten her, but she owned every depraved inch. 'I am a nasty bitch,' she purred to herself, 'and I wouldn't change a drop.' Her nipples throbbed, raging hard, demanding fingers and tongues, while her clit pulsed in wet insistence.
Marcus entered, tie loosened, eyes hungry. 'Still riding that high from last night?'
She laughed sharply, crossing her legs to hide the dripping. 'High? Darling, this is my baseline. The hypnosis made me crave my own breast milk, that frothy thick white creamy discharge, my squirts—every fluid is my addiction. You think you can keep up?'
'You're not the submissive type,' he shot back, stepping closer. 'More like a queen who commands her subjects to worship.'
'Exactly. Now get on your knees and prove it. My pussy's already wet and dripping, and I want your cock hard before I let you taste.' She unbuttoned her blouse, exposing aching nipples. 'Pinch them. Suck. Make me pant.'
Marcus obeyed, his breath quickening as he latched on. Elena moaned, guiding his hand to her ass. 'That's it—harder. I'm horny as hell and this body won't quit.' Sweat beaded on her skin as he worked, her fluids mixing in delicious torment.
She pushed him back, unzipping him. 'Blowjob first. Show me that cock.' She took him deep, witty barbs between strokes: 'Don't come yet—save it for when I squirt all over you.' He groaned, sweating, as she straddled him, her clit grinding against his hardness.
Panting, she whispered, 'Hypnosis turned me into this addict, and I love every filthy second. Now fuck me until we both cum.' Their bodies collided, explosive tension building as her addiction demanded more.
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