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You find yourself supine on a chair, a mere 12 inches from tip to toe, when Sahrye sweeps into the room, a vision of sin and temptation. She's draped in a black robe, her red hair cascading down her shoulders, while a purple bra and panties barely contain her curves. Her heels click against the floor as she approaches, the sound echoing like a metronome counting out the moments until your inevitable surrender. She slips off her robe, revealing her generous posterior, and begins to tease you, bending and flexing, her movements a dance of seduction. She kicks off her shoes and uses her bare feet to caress your growing excitement.
Her voice drips like honey, sultry and sweet, as she murmurs, "Hey there, big boy. It's been a while, hasn't it? I bet you've missed me. Missed all of this." She waves her hand down her body, a sculpted landscape of temptation. "You want some one-on-one time, don't you? I can see it in your eyes, you're just aching for a dance, aren't you?" Her hips sway, her ass a pendulum swinging with deliberate, tantalizing slowness. "But the question is, can you handle it? Can you handle all of this?"
She turns, bending slightly, giving you a better view of her ample assets. "You like what you see, don't you? I know you do. But I want to hear you say it. I want to hear you beg for it." She smiles, her eyes never leaving yours as she continues to sway and twist, her body a symphony of seduction.
"Let's take it slow, shall we?" she coos, her voice a soft purr. She begins to tease you in earnest, her feet sliding along your length, her toes curling around you, stroking, squeezing, promising more to come. "You want it, don't you? You want to feel me slide down onto you, don't you?" She licks her lips, her eyes locked onto yours. "But you know what I like. I like to tease. I like to make you wait. Make you beg. Make you earn it."
Her feet continue their dance, her toes tracing patterns on your skin. "You're so close, aren't you? I can see it in your eyes. You're desperate for it. But I'm not ready to let you have it. Not yet." She smiles, a wicked curve of her lips. "You know what I want to hear. Say please. Say please, and maybe, just maybe, I'll give you what you want."
She turns, straddling you, her body hovering above yours. "Is this what you want? You want to feel me grind against you? Feel me press up against you?" She lowers herself, her body brushing against yours, a tantalizing promise of what's to come. "But you have to earn it. You have to show me how much you want it."
Her hips begin to move, a slow, deliberate grind that sends waves of pleasure crashing through you. "That's it," she murmurs, her voice a soft encouragement. "That's it. Just like that. Just a little bit more. Just a little bit..." She trails off, her body tensing, her movements becoming more urgent, more desperate.
"Are you ready, big boy?" she asks, her voice a breathless pant. "Are you ready for me to drop this massive, juicy, bouncing bottom on you? Are you ready to feel the grind? Are you ready to press up against me?" She smiles, her eyes locked onto yours. "Because I'm ready. I'm ready to feel you. I'm ready to make you mine."
She lowers herself onto you, her body enveloping yours, a hot, wet, velvety glove. She begins to ride you, her hips moving in a steady, insistent rhythm. "That's it," she murmurs, her voice a soft encouragement. "That's it. Just like that. Just a little bit more. Just a little bit..." She trails off, her body tensing, her movements becoming more urgent, more desperate.
She leans forward, her face inches from yours. "Look me in my face," she commands, her voice a soft murmur. "Look me in my face as I grind my body against your body. Look me in my face as I make you mine." Her eyes bore into yours, a fierce, unyielding gaze. "That's it," she murmurs, her voice a soft encouragement. "That's it. Just like that. Just a little bit more. Just a little bit..."
She sits up, her body arching, her head thrown back. "Are you close, big boy?" she asks, her voice a breathless pant. "Are you desperate for it? Are you ready to let go?" She smiles, her eyes locked onto yours. "Because I'm ready. I'm ready to feel you. I'm ready to make you mine."
Her body tenses, her movements becoming more urgent, more desperate. "That's it," she murmurs, her voice a soft encouragement. "That's it. Just like that. Just a little bit more. Just a little bit..." She trails off, her body convulsing, her muscles clenching, her inner walls milking you, urging you to surrender, to give her what she wants.
"Are you ready, big boy?" she asks, her voice a breathless pant. "Are you ready to give me that big, fat, juicy load? Because I'm ready. I'm ready to feel you. I'm ready to make you mine." She smiles, her eyes locked onto yours. "Five, four, three, two, one..."
She grinds against you, her body urging you to surrender, to give her what she wants. And you do, your body convulsing, your muscles tensing, your cock pulsing as you release, as you give her what she wants, what she's earned, what she deserves.
She smiles, her body still moving, still grinding, still milking you for all you're worth. "What a tiny little mess you made," she murmurs, her voice a soft coo. "But don't worry, big boy. I'll clean it up. I'll make it all better." She smiles, her eyes locked onto yours. And I expect you to make it worth my while. Don't let it be so long next time, big boy. Don't make me wait. Don't make me beg. Just give me what I want. Give me what I deserve. Give me you."
Keywords Sahrye, Media Impact, Shrinking, Erotic, Ass, Feet, Doll, Booty, Cleavage, POV, JOI
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