In this position, isn't it what you desire? [He grinned, even as a groaned built in his throat. Her touch was warm and reassuring. It never took long for him to become hard with her. She knew now how he liked to be touched, what would drive him near mad. Her drawing all of this out, her juices already on him, it left him shivering, gripping her hips. He was trying to hold back, restraining himself from lifting her and impaling her on his cock.
He rather enjoyed her power over him, mirroring the sway she had over his head and emotions.]
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He rather enjoyed her power over him, mirroring the sway she had over his head and emotions.]
Shouldn't I submit to my queen?