Slave. Whore. Two whole nicknames, and she had only been with him for half a day. She was on quite the roll!
The so-called 'break' he gifts upon her isn't very long, but it's enough. She collects herself, refocuses on the now just as Bison calls out her rather poor kissing technique.
"What do you think, master?" There's a bit of sarcasm in her tone at the last part. As if a part of her still hasn't yet accepted her new lifestyle and refuses to bend to him completely. She huffs as he flicks her nipple with her finger, body writhing when he pinches it and pushing more firmly onto his knee with her hips. By now that part of him is probably soaked with her arousal just as she felt her thong had become. And yet the small pleasure she felt from such a rough form of contact wasn't enough to still her actions just yet.
"I had--mmm!--no time to experience such intimacies in my quest for power." In fact, it was the very last thing on her mind. A blip that barely registered on her radar called 'life'.
At some point, she moved to rest a hand on top of his stiffening cock. Pressing him to her body with a light pressure, enough so that she could feel the heat of him through the material of her chemise. Up and down she trailed her fingers, matching it to slow rolls of her hips and the occasional swipe of his thumb across her nipple.
"Would you have preferred I asked my opponent's to make-out with me before I crushed them underfoot, just so you could have had a more pleasant kissing experience, master?"
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Haha, no worries!
Date: 2022-09-25 12:10 am (UTC)Slave. Whore. Two whole nicknames, and she had only been with him for half a day. She was on quite the roll!
The so-called 'break' he gifts upon her isn't very long, but it's enough. She collects herself, refocuses on the now just as Bison calls out her rather poor kissing technique.
"What do you think, master?" There's a bit of sarcasm in her tone at the last part. As if a part of her still hasn't yet accepted her new lifestyle and refuses to bend to him completely. She huffs as he flicks her nipple with her finger, body writhing when he pinches it and pushing more firmly onto his knee with her hips. By now that part of him is probably soaked with her arousal just as she felt her thong had become. And yet the small pleasure she felt from such a rough form of contact wasn't enough to still her actions just yet.
"I had--mmm!--no time to experience such intimacies in my quest for power." In fact, it was the very last thing on her mind. A blip that barely registered on her radar called 'life'.
At some point, she moved to rest a hand on top of his stiffening cock. Pressing him to her body with a light pressure, enough so that she could feel the heat of him through the material of her chemise. Up and down she trailed her fingers, matching it to slow rolls of her hips and the occasional swipe of his thumb across her nipple.
"Would you have preferred I asked my opponent's to make-out with me before I crushed them underfoot, just so you could have had a more pleasant kissing experience, master?"