Want? I want a chocolate croissant?
Oh, you naughty little thing, let me paint a picture of pure, unbridled lust. I want to dress you, to choose every piece of lingerie that will tease and tantalize. I'll select your panties, a delicate lace that barely covers your most intimate place. Your bra, a silky whisper against your skin, will lift and enhance. I'll pick your top, a sheer fabric that hints at the curves beneath. Your skirt, a playful flirt with a hem that dances just above your thighs. Stockings, a gentle caress on your legs, and shoes that elongate your stance, making you a vision of desire.
As I dress you, my hands will linger, caressing every inch of skin they reveal. I'll take my time, savoring the moment, building the anticipation. Then, I'll send you out, a task so mundane yet so erotic. Buy me a croissant. A chocolate croissant, please. Watch as the world watches you, unaware of the fire burning beneath your clothes.
When you return, I'll undress you, slowly, savoring every second. Each item I placed on you will be removed with the same deliberate slowness, my fingers tracing your skin, my breath hot on your neck. I'll gaze at you, taking in every detail, every curve, every flaw. You'll be my masterpiece, my canvas of lust and desire.
I want to see the hunger in your eyes, the way your body responds to my touch. I want to hear your breath hitch, your heart race. I want to feel your submission, your willingness to be mine, to please me. Dress as I wish, move as I wish, be as I wish. Your desire is my command, and I'll use you, take you, until you're a trembling mess of ecstasy. And when you're spent, I'll get you off, again and again, until you're begging for mercy.
As I dress you, my hands will linger, caressing every inch of skin they reveal. I'll take my time, savoring the moment, building the anticipation. Then, I'll send you out, a task so mundane yet so erotic. Buy me a croissant. A chocolate croissant, please. Watch as the world watches you, unaware of the fire burning beneath your clothes.
When you return, I'll undress you, slowly, savoring every second. Each item I placed on you will be removed with the same deliberate slowness, my fingers tracing your skin, my breath hot on your neck. I'll gaze at you, taking in every detail, every curve, every flaw. You'll be my masterpiece, my canvas of lust and desire.
I want to see the hunger in your eyes, the way your body responds to my touch. I want to hear your breath hitch, your heart race. I want to feel your submission, your willingness to be mine, to please me. Dress as I wish, move as I wish, be as I wish. Your desire is my command, and I'll use you, take you, until you're a trembling mess of ecstasy. And when you're spent, I'll get you off, again and again, until you're begging for mercy.
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