"Come Here, Baby." I Command, My Voice Deep, Laced With Intent. "Tell Me What's Been Bothering You And

"Come here, baby." I command, my voice deep, laced with intent. "Tell me what's been bothering you and don't stop until I tell you to."

You step closer, frustration in your eyes, the weight of your day heavy on your shoulders. But the moment my hands find you, warm with oil, gliding over your skin, you start to unravel.

I start slow—pressing deep into your muscles, working out every ounce of tension. Your words come in broken sentences, your mind trying to hold onto your thoughts, but my touch keeps pulling you away, deeper into me.

Then my hands slide lower between the thighs. My fingers stroke your pretty pussy in a soothing rhythm that makes you gasp, makes you move your legs part just a little more. You try to keep talking, try to stay in control, but the pleasure is drowning you now. With my other palm making a firm grip around your neck and holding you in place as I increase the intensity, I feel your breathing change, hips shifting and squirming, your hands grasping my bulge desperate for more. It's a pleasure to see you get needy whej you feel the pressure building inside you.

And I DON'T STOP. I work you open, deeper, rougher, until your mind is blank—until your only focus is how my fingers feel caressing your inside. Your stress? Your struggles? Forgotten. Right now, there’s only this. Only me, inside my pretty little bitch - Physically and Mentally.