He started by kissing my feet, worshipping every inch like a devoted servant. But devotion alone is never enough—I needed more. Straddling his face, I let him drown in my pleasure, making sure he understood his place beneath me. But the real fun began when I reached under the pillow, pulling out my strap-on, ready to take full control. His body tensed, but he knew resistance was useless. I claimed him in every position, deeper, harder, stretching his limits while his moans filled the room. Submission turns into pure domination… and I always take what I want.