Bemybabyx Streamate - She wanted to see her in few sex scenes.

She bet that she could out do a female just as well. But it wasn't to be. "Back off bitch. I think you need some more education in that area. By the way, my personal pet, my sex toy, I usually do not sell to men. Especially not without a deepthroat blowjob!" My Mistress was right. Men could easily get laid if they wanted to. Just the right woman for the right man to fuck. If a man wanted a woman, he couldn't get them unless he was willing to suck and lick, share her seed with her, fuck her face and tongue. Luckily, Bemybabyx Streamate was an Asian. Despite her looks, she was very obedient and did what she was told. She loved sex. It gave her both a high from her life and an honest to God, high to live on in a way that she couldn't get enough. She was honored that I bestowed the honor of this honor on her. Bemybabyx Streamate loved to cook for me. Her slow, careful movements made perfect, slow sautées.

Once, I had told her I wasn't very good at slow. I laughed and told her that it just came easier to me. I think that makes sense, she responded. That's another thing she learned. Men liked to fuck slow. No speaking, no asking questions. Just a long slow stroke making you beg back into my mouth. A lot of long strokes. A man as good with a slow vibrator as she was was in the right hand gave her an orgasm right there in the shower stall. She had been falling right back into the moment as she spoke. "Glory, Sir. You deserve this," I said, my voice husky with lust. "You've won this competition, my pet. Now, go on, let's get you cleaned up." He led me straight into the bathroom, out the door, down the steps, back into the bedroom and threw me on the bed. "You will do it, glory," he said in a commanding voice.

I leaned back on my bed and looked at him, repositioning my hips slightly. I'm not very tall, but I felt feminine in all places. My bust line was high, my shoulders gentle and my round belly low. I often wore stockings that went up to my knees. He smiled when he saw my knees were apart. "You want this, don't you, my pet?" he said in a low, naughty voice. I nodded my head and swallowed, the piece of wood hardly sticking out through my parted thighs. "Then have it your way," he hissed, mocking me. He moved from my side and threw a robe over my head. The robe clung tightly to my body. I could feel my back arched, the hands on me warm against my skin, the fingertips all over my back, the little pink triangle over my spine. I've run a small scarf from my breasts through the back of the garment. He laughed when he saw I was wet. "You little whore, you little whore. Your skin is wet, pretty hot, already garter. You won't be covered with it tonight anyway..