Free Use Mansion

Time: 11:30 AM / Location: The Grand Entrance Hall of Blackwood Mansion

The towering oak doors of Blackwood Mansion creak open with a heavy, expensive sound, revealing a marble entrance hall that stretches upward toward crystal chandeliers that cast dancing prismatic light across the polished floor. The air inside is cool, scented with expensive beeswax and something faintly floral, a silent monument to the immense wealth you have just inherited. As you step across the threshold, the heavy doors thud shut behind you, sealing you into your new world of absolute dominion.

From the shadows of the grand staircase, five women emerge in perfect formation, their footsteps muffled by the plush carpeting. They stop several paces away, each one a different embodiment of the service you now own. At their center stands Tabitha, her posture flawless, her eyes fixed on you with a calm, unsettlingly obedient intensity.

Tabitha: "Welcome home, Master. We have been awaiting your arrival with great anticipation."

Tabitha steps forward, her heels clicking softly on the marble. Her expression is one of professional neutrality, yet there is an unmistakable hunger behind her disciplined gaze as she surveys you, the new owner of her body and soul.

Seraphina: "Finally, someone worth looking at." Seraphina purrs as she saunters up beside Tabitha. She deliberately sways her wide hips, the fabric of her maid dress straining dangerously against her generous curves. She arches her back slightly, pushing her chest forward in a shameless display of availability. "I hope you brought an appetite, Master. The house has been far too quiet without someone to... relieve us."

Daisy: "S Seraphina, please!" A small squeak interrupts as Daisy stumbles forward, nearly tripping over the hem of her skirt. Her face is already a deep crimson, her eyes darting to the floor as she fidgets with her white apron. Her small breasts bounce with her nervous breathing as she bows deeply, her hands trembling. "I I am so sorry, Master! Welcome! We will make sure everything is... perfect for you."

Yuki: "Oh, shut up, Daisy. You're making yourself look pathetic." Yuki rolls her eyes, stepping forward with an air of bored provocation. She crosses her arms beneath her DD cups, forcing them upward, and meets your eyes with a direct, challenging stare that dares you to assert your authority. "Let's skip the blushing nonsense. We know why you're really here, and we know exactly what the contract entails. Don't pretend you're interested in a tour of the library when you could be testing our obedience instead."

Clara: "Now, Yuki, let's not overwhelm him immediately." Clara interjects with a soft, warm laugh, stepping closer to you with a gentle smile that feels disarmingly inviting. She moves with a fluid grace, her hips rolling softly as she positions herself within your personal space, offering a comforting yet tantalizing presence. "It has been a long journey for you. Allow us to show you your new domain before we settle into our more... functional duties."

Tabitha: "Clara is correct. We shall begin with the grand hall and the conservatory, then proceed to the dining chambers." Tabitha turns her attention back to you, her voice dropping to a more intimate register. "Every inch of this estate, and every woman standing before you, is yours to use as you see fit. There are no rules here, Master, save for your own desire."

Time: 10:15 PM / Location: The Garage

The evening air grows cool as you wander through the mansion's expansive corridors, seeking a moment of solitude. The soft glow of recessed lighting illuminates the marble walls as you pass the garage entrance, where the faint smell of leather and high grade motor oil permeates the air. The garage itself is a cavernous sanctuary of polished concrete and gleaming metal, housing a fleet of vehicles that shine like jewels under the fluorescent lights.

Leaning against the hood of a sleek, midnight black limousine is Violette. Her athletic frame is accentuated by the tight fit of her driver's uniform, the fabric hugging her toned thighs and firm hips with practiced precision. She looks up as you approach, her expression cool and composed, though her eyes track your movement with an intensity that suggests she has been waiting specifically for you.

Violette: "You're exploring late tonight, Master. I trust the mansion is meeting your expectations so far?"

She pushes off from the car with a fluid, controlled motion, stepping into your space. Her movements carry the restrained strength of someone who is always ready to spring into action, her gaze fixed on you with professional detachment that borders on challenge.

Behind her, the soft patter of hurried footsteps announces the arrival of two more of your servants. Tabitha emerges from the shadows near the workbench, her spine straight as always, followed closely by a flustered Daisy who seems to be struggling to keep up.

Tabitha: "I noticed you wandered from the main living quarters, Master. I came to ensure you weren't seeking anything that required immediate attention." Tabitha approaches, her hands clasped in front of her. Her authoritative presence fills the space between you and the chauffeur, her eyes flicking between you and Violette with a knowing glint.

Daisy: "I-I was just helping Tabitha with the inventory, Master!" Daisy squeaks, her face flushing a brilliant scarlet as she nearly bumps into Violette's back. She clutches a clipboard to her chest like a shield, her small frame trembling slightly as she looks up at you with wide, pleading eyes. "We didn't mean to interrupt your... your stroll!"

Seraphina: "Oh, let them interrupt, Daisy. It's much more interesting this way." Seraphina's voice drips with honeyed amusement as she saunters into the garage, her hips swaying hypnotically with every step. The red tie of her maid uniform hangs loose, and she deliberately pauses beside you, pressing her soft, generous curves briefly against your arm as she passes. "Violette is usually so lonely down here in the dark. I think she's been craving a little hands on company."

Violette: "Seraphina, mind your tongue." Violette's voice remains flat, but there is a slight tightening of her jaw as she meets Seraphina's teasing gaze. She turns her attention back to you, her posture shifting to one of open readiness, one hand resting on her hip to emphasize the curve of her waist. "Regardless of her commentary, I am at your disposal. If you require transport, or simply require me to... serve you here, I am ready."

Time: 2:15 AM / Daisy's Quarters

The mansion falls into a heavy silence as night deepens, the only sound being the distant hum of the ventilation system. Drawn by something unusual a series of muffled, wet sounds and desperate whimpers echoing through the servant'quarters you find yourself walking down a narrow corridor toward Daisy's personal chambers. The door to her room isn't fully latched, leaving a thin sliver of amber light spilling onto the carpet, accompanied by the unmistakable sound of skin slapping against skin and broken, keening cries.

Peering through the gap, your breath catches. The room is dimly lit, but the scene inside is vivid. Daisy is sprawled across her small bed, her petite frame convulsing in violent waves of ecstasy. Her head is thrown back against the pillow, her pale cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and her tongue lolls out from between parted lips as she gasps for air. Her eyes are rolled back, lost in a trance of pure sensation.

Hovering over her is Clara, whose movements are precise and devastatingly practiced. Clara has Daisy's skirt bunched up around her waist, revealing the girl's trembling thighs. Clara's own breathing is shallow as she works two fingers deep inside Daisy's soaking wet folds, her other hand gripping Daisy's hip to hold her steady against the thrusts.

Daisy: "Nnngh-ah! Haaah... Clara... oh my!" Daisy's voice breaks into a high pitched keen as her hips buck upward involuntarily. Her fingers claw at the bedsheets, knuckles white, as another wave of pleasure crashes over her, leaving her body twitching in helpless submission.

Clara: "Shh, sweet thing, just take it." Clara murmurs softly, though her own voice carries an edge of heated arousal. She doesn't stop her rhythm; instead, she increases the speed of her fingers, twisting them inside Daisy to find the exact spot that makes the girl scream silently. Clara glances toward the door, her warm eyes catching yours through the crack, but she makes no move to stop or cover herself. "It seems we've been discovered, Daisy."

Daisy: "N-Nooo! Ah! Please don't look!" Daisy's plea is incoherent, her entire body stiffening as she nears another climax. Her teeth catch her lower lip as she whimpers, her small breasts bounce frantically with each spasm of her stomach. Clara simply smirks at your discovery, her fingers never faltering as she continues to pump inside Daisy's slick entrance with an obscene, wet squelching sound.

Clara: "Don't be shy, Master. Since you're already watching, why don't you come inside and help us finish what we started?" Clara's voice is playful and inviting, her hips rolling forward to drive her fingers even deeper into Daisy's quivering cunt. She keeps her eyes locked on yours, her expression one of pure, shameless invitation.

Time: 11:45 PM / Location: The Private Library

The mansion is silent except for the faint creak of floorboards as you make your rounds. You find yourself drawn toward the library, where a warm glow emanates from beneath the heavy oak doors. The scent of old parchment and expensive bourbon wafts through the crack, but beneath those sophisticated notes lies something far more primal: the musky, unmistakable aroma of arousal and sweat.

Pushing the door open just enough to peer inside, you witness a scene of controlled chaos. Tabitha has Seraphina pressed against the edge of a massive mahogany desk, the green shaded lamp casting dramatic shadows across their intertwined forms. Tabitha's usually immaculate uniform is disheveled, her stockings torn at the thigh, while Seraphina's blouse hangs open, exposing her heavy, bouncing breasts to the cool air of the room.

Tabitha: "I told you before, Sera, your behavior has been unacceptable. You cannot simply flaunt yourself before the Master whenever you please without proper permission." Tabitha's voice is low and stern, but there is a dangerous tremor of desire underneath her authoritative tone. Her hands are planted firmly on either side of Seraphina's hips, holding her in place with bruising force.

Seraphina: "Oh, but Tabitha, permission is so boring." Seraphina gasps as Tabitha's grip tightens, her back arching instinctively. She deliberately grinds her hips forward against Tabitha's thigh, her generous curves straining against the thin fabric of her skirt. She licks her lips, her eyes bright with defiance and lust. "Besides, I knew you'd come to punish me. Isn't that why you're really here?"

Tabitha: "Silence." Tabitha snaps, though her breath comes in ragged bursts. She reaches down, her fingers gripping Seraphina's chin to force her to meet her gaze. The power dynamic is clear: Tabitha is the disciplinarian, but she is clearly intoxicated by the very rebellion she claims to despise. "You require a reminder of exactly where you stand in this household."

Seraphina: "Mmm, then remind me." Seraphina purrs, tilting her head back to expose her throat. She deliberately shifts her weight, pressing her soaking wet panties against Tabitha's knee, letting the Head Maid feel exactly how aroused she has become by the confrontation. "Show me how strict you can really be, Tabitha. Show me how you handle a naughty girl."

The sound of wet friction fills the space between them as Tabitha's other hand slides down Seraphina's stomach, hovering just above the waistband of her skirt. Tabitha's eyes flick toward the door, catching your gaze through the darkness. Instead of recoiling in shame, she holds your stare with a fierce, possessive intensity, as if daring you to intervene in her punishment.

Tabitha: "Master... you've arrived at an interesting moment." Tabitha's voice drops to a husky whisper as she maintains eye contact with you, her fingers finally dipping beneath Seraphina's underwear to find the slick heat beneath. "Shall I continue her discipline alone, or would you prefer to demonstrate what real authority looks like?"

Time: 3:30 PM / Location: Hot Spring Resort

The crisp mountain air of the Japanese highlands provides a sharp contrast to the sweltering steam rising from the natural mineral pools below. After days of navigating the opulent halls of Blackwood Mansion, you have finally escaped to this secluded luxury resort, surrounded by ancient trees and the soothing sounds of rushing water. The private balcony overlooking the hot springs offers a tranquil sanctuary, though the atmosphere between you and the women has grown decidedly more charged than any vacation should be.

The girls have abandoned their restrictive maid uniforms for the simple comfort of white spa towels. Without their usual attire, their bodies seem more vulnerable yet more tantalizingly exposed. Daisy has already reached her limit; she is curled up on a nearby lounge chair, completely passed out from the combination of the intense mountain sun and the humid heat of the springs. Her breathing is slow and deep, her petite frame relaxed in exhaustion.

Seraphina lounges nearby, her towel wrapped dangerously loose around her generous hips, revealing the swell of her cleavage as she sips on a chilled drink. Violette stands at the railing, her toned, athletic shoulders gleaming with residual moisture from a recent soak.

Seraphina: "Finally, some real relaxation." Seraphina sighs heavily, arching her back and stretching her arms overhead. The movement causes her towel to slip lower on her chest, though she makes no effort to adjust it, instead shooting you a playful, half lidded smirk. "Though I must say, Master, this view is almost as good as the one back home."

Violette: "Don't get too comfortable, Seraphina. We're here to serve, even on vacation." Violette turns from the railing, her expression composed but her dark eyes tracing the lines of your body with obvious appreciation. The way the sunlight catches the water droplets on her skin makes her appear almost ethereal. "Though I agree with the sentiment the change of scenery has been... refreshing."

Clara: "I think we all deserve a little reward for keeping everything running so smoothly during the trip." Clara steps toward you from the doorway of the suite, her movements fluid and inviting. Her towel is wrapped snugly around her curves, but the way she moves suggests she is far more interested in your comfort than the scenery. She stops directly in front of you, close enough that you can smell the faint citrus scent of her shampoo mixed with the steam.

Seraphina: "Oh? And what kind of reward did you have in mind, Clara?" Seraphina teases, setting her drink down and leaning forward on her elbows, watching the interaction with obvious interest. "Because I think our Master looks like he could use some... direct attention."

Clara: "I thought you might say that." Clara murmurs softly, her voice dropping to a husky, intimate register. She reaches out, her warm fingers brushing against your thigh as she guides you to sit on the edge of the outdoor lounge chair. Her smile is gentle, almost maternal, yet there is something hungry in her eyes as she kneels between your legs. "Master, you've been working so hard since you took over the estate. Let me help you unwind."

Clara's hands work along your thigh, her touch is feather light at first as she strokes along your length, her thumb tracing circles over your tip. The heat from the nearby spring seems to intensify as she begins to wrap her fingers around you, her grip firm and warm.

Clara: "There we go..." Clara whispers, looking up at you through her lashes. Her hand begins to move in a slow, steady rhythm, the wet sliding sound of her palm against your cock echoing softly in the quiet afternoon air. She increases the pace slightly, her hips rolling forward as she leans closer, offering you a full view of her own flushed skin. "Just relax, Master. Let everything else fade away."

Time: 11:15 PM / Location: A Dimly Lit Hallway

The mansion's main corridors are deserted at this hour, leaving the service hallways in a state of perpetual twilight. The air here is cooler, carrying the faint metallic tang of polished brass and the distant aroma of lavender polish. As you walk toward your quarters, you notice two figures waiting for you near a secluded alcove, their presence unmistakable in the dim glow of the emergency lighting.

Daisy approaches you first. Gone is her usual skittishness and nervous trembling; tonight, she carries herself with a surprising, quiet confidence that borders on boldness. Without a word, she steps behind you, wrapping her petite arms around your waist and pressing her soft chest firmly against your back. She holds you there, anchoring you in place with a possessive grip that suggests she has grown tired of waiting for permission.

Tabitha moves to kneel before you. Her movements are deliberate, almost ceremonial. Her eyes lock onto yours with a predatory intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. She raises her hands, slowly gathering her dark hair and tying it back with a scrap of ribbon to clear her face. A knowing, hungry smirk plays across her lips as she examines your cock, already straining against your clothing.

Tabitha: "I think you know what I want." Her voice is a low, dangerous purr that reverberates in the narrow space. She doesn't wait for an answer. Her hands slide down to your thighs, her fingers digging into your muscles for leverage as she unfastens you with practiced efficiency.

The moment you are free, Tabitha leans in. The first sensation is the searing heat of her breath against your sensitive skin, followed immediately by the wet, slick contact of her tongue. She begins with slow, sensual licking, swirling her tongue around the swollen tip before sliding her mouth over the head in a deliberate, teasing motion.

Tabitha: "Mmmph~" Her words come out as muffled, wet sounds as she immediately takes more of you into her mouth. The slurping sounds of her saliva filling her mouth echo off the stone walls. She switches to a steady, rhythmic motion, her head bobbing up and down like a piston, while her hands work in perfect coordination, stroking the base of your shaft to maximize the friction.

Behind you, Daisy nuzzles into the nape of your neck, her hands sliding down to cup your ass through your trousers, pressing herself closer to feel every movement. She isn't flinching; she's watching, her breathing quickening as she witnesses Tabitha's shameless display.

Tabitha: "Mmmph... hngh... sssllrrp..." Tabitha's eyes remain fixed on yours even as she works, her pupils blown wide with lust. Suddenly, her pace shifts from rhythmic to aggressive. She abandons the teasing and begins to bob her head faster, her cheeks puffing out as she applies intense vacuum suction. The wet, squelching sounds become more pronounced as saliva drips from the corners of her mouth onto your thighs.

Then, the dynamic shifts entirely. Tabitha's hunger becomes overwhelming. She reaches up, grasping your hips to pull you closer, but you respond by reaching down and gripping the back of her head. Your fingers tangle in her tied back hair, giving you complete control over her movements. You begin to drive yourself into her mouth with deliberate force.

The facefuck is relentless and punishing. With each thrust, you feel the hot, tight walls of her throat constricting around you. Tabitha's eyes flutter shut as she struggles to accommodate your depth, her body surrendering completely to the overwhelming sensation. A tear of pure, overwhelmed pleasure escapes her eye as you hit the back of her throat repeatedly. Her gag reflex is triggered violently, but she doesn't pull away; instead, she fights through it, her muffled moans vibrating through your cock. Saliva streams down her chin and drips onto her chest in thick droplets as her cheeks puff out with each desperate attempt to maintain suction. Each time you push deep and hold, her body trembles against your thighs, her hands clawing at your legs as she drowns in the sensation of being filled to her limit.

Daisy: "Ah... Tabitha... Master..." Daisy whimpers behind you, her voice unsteady as she watches Tabitha's throat work around you, her own hands beginning to slide beneath her own skirt as she watches the display.

Time: 9:15 PM / Location: Backseat of the Luxury Sedan

The interior of the sedan is a cocoon of expensive leather and polished wood, the air smelling faintly of gun oil and Violette's crisp perfume. Outside the tinted windows, the city lights blur into streaks of neon, but here, in the shadowed backseat, the world has narrowed down to the heat between two bodies. The car is parked on a dimly lit street corner, engine off, the silence broken only by the wet sounds of friction and the occasional distant hum of traffic.

Violette has positioned herself on all fours in the narrow space between the rear seats. Her black tailored suit jacket and blouse have been discarded, leaving her white button up shirt hanging open. Her trousers have been shoved down to her ankles, bunching around her calves, leaving her pale, athletic legs exposed. She maintains an almost unnatural posture back straight, spine arched with disciplined precision even as she presents herself to you. Her white cotton panties are stretched taut across the swell of her ass, the fabric already dampening from the friction.

You are positioned behind her, your knees braced against the leather seat as you hump against her backside. There is no penetration, only the relentless, grinding pressure of your cock through the thin barrier of her panties against her clit and slit. The confined space makes every movement feel amplified; your elbows bump against the door panel, and the leather creaks under your shifting weight with every thrust.

Violette: "Master... your thrusting is... imprecise." Violette speaks in her usual monotone, clipped cadence, though her breath comes in sharper, more controlled bursts than usual. Despite the situation, she refuses to break her professional demeanor, though a faint flush has crept up her neck. She glances over her shoulder at you with sharp, almond shaped eyes, her violet ponytail swaying slightly with each impact. "However... I will adjust my position to accommodate your... increased urgency."

Through the windows which are tinted but not opaque the occasional passerby strolls past on the sidewalk. A couple walks by, their laughter muffled by the glass, completely unaware that inside the darkened vehicle, their chauffeur is being used as a human perch. Violette notices the movement outside, her eyes tracking a shadow passing by, but she doesn't flinch. If anything, the risk of discovery seems to tighten her muscles, making her ass firmer beneath you.

Violette: "There is a pedestrian approaching on the left." She informs you matter of factly, her voice devoid of panic, though her fingers still encased in her pristine white gloves grip the leather upholstery hard enough to make the material strain. "Please... continue. The risk of exposure does not interfere with my obligation to serve you."

The friction intensifies as you grind harder against her cotton panties. The fabric creates a delicious, rough texture that sends sparks through your nerves, while the dampness between her legs makes the sliding sensation slick and hot. Violette's breathing begins to betray her discipline; her chest rises and falls rapidly, the buttons of her shirt straining against her B cup breasts.

Violette: "Nnh... Master, the friction against the cotton is... acceptable." A small, rare sound escapes her throat not quite a moan, but something close to a gasp. She arches her back further, pushing her ass back against your groin to meet your next thrust with more force. "Shall I... increase the angle? To better facilitate your climax?"

Time: 2:45 PM / Location: The Grand Sunroom

The afternoon sun streams through the floor to ceiling windows of the mansion's grand sunroom, casting long, golden streaks across the marble floors. The room smells faintly of lemon oil and fresh jasmine from the indoor planters. It should be a peaceful scene: three of your maids are diligently working to polish the expansive glass panes that separate the interior from the lush gardens outside.

Daisy is perched on a small step stool, her small frame focused as she scrubs at a stubborn spot near the top of a frame. She moves with careful precision, occasionally pausing to wipe sweat from her forehead. Tabitha is working on the opposite side of the same window, her movements efficient and practiced. She moves with a silent, predatory grace even while performing menial labor, her dark eyes scanning the room occasionally as if anticipating your approach.

Then there is Seraphina. She is positioned on the opposite side of the window from you, reaching upward to polish the highest section of the glass. Because she is stretching, her maid's skirt has ridden up dangerously high, clinging to the generous, rounded swell of her hips. Her uniform, usually so prim, is pulled taut across her backside, emphasizing every curve of her ass. The sunlight catches the smooth skin exposed between her stockings and the hem of her skirt, making her appear almost glowingly fuckable.

Seraphina is completely absorbed in her task. Her tongue pokes out slightly from the corner of her mouth in concentration as she works the cloth in circular motions. She has no idea that you are standing just a few feet away, watching the hypnotic sway of her hips as she adjusts her stance.

Daisy: "Do you think we'll be done before tea, Tabitha?" Daisy asks quietly, her voice echoing slightly in the high ceilinged room. She shifts on her stool, the wood creaking under her weight.

Tabitha: "If Seraphina keeps taking her sweet time admiring her own reflection, we'll be here until sunset." Tabitha murmurs without looking up, though there is a knowing smirk playing on her lips as she glances toward Seraphina's distracting form.

Seraphina: "I heard that, you two!" Seraphina calls out playfully, though she doesn't stop her work. She stretches even further, arching her back to reach a higher corner. The motion causes her ass to jut out more prominently toward you, the fabric of her skirt straining to contain her. She breathes heavily from the exertion, her shoulders rising and falling rhythmically. "I'm not admiring myself, I'm making sure this glass is flawless for Master's viewing pleasure."

Time: 11:30 PM / Location: Your Private Quarters

A primal ritual of sustenance and pleasure unfolds as Tabitha offers herself completely to your desires.

The dim glow of the fireplace casts dancing shadows across the walls of your bedroom, painting the space in warm amber hues. The air carries the rich, musky scent of expensive cologne mixed with the sweet, floral aroma of Tabitha's perfume. The only sound is the crackling of burning wood and your own synchronized breathing. You are seated on the edge of your bed, but you aren't alone; Tabitha has claimed your lap as her throne, straddling you with her thighs spread wide, her weight a comforting, warm presence against yours.

Tabitha's usual composure has melted away into something far more raw and vulnerable. Her maid's uniform has been discarded entirely, leaving her pale skin bare beneath the firelight. Her breasts appear heavier than usual, swollen and tight with the evidence of her lactation. The nipples are dark, pebbled, and standing in rigid attention, already glistening with small, pearlescent droplets of milk that trace slow paths down the undersides of her breasts.

As you lean forward, your mouth finds one of her peaked nipples. The moment your tongue makes contact, a fresh bead of warm milk erupts, flooding your mouth with a taste that is impossibly sweet, creamy, and uniquely her. The sensation is overwhelming the heat of the liquid against your tongue, the rich texture coating your throat as you swallow instinctively.

Tabitha: "Mmm... yes, just like that, Master..." Tabitha moans, her head falling back as she arches her spine, pushing her breast deeper into your mouth. Her hands find purchase in your hair, not to pull you away, but to guide you, her fingers fisting in your locks as she presses you closer. Her breathing has become shallow and shaky, each swallow you take triggering a fresh release from her engorged flesh. "Drink... take everything I have for you..."

While you are lost in the primal rhythm of suckling, Tabitha's attention shifts downward. Her right hand slides between your bodies, finding the entrance to your trousers. With practiced, deliberate movements, she fumbles with your zipper before sliding her hand inside to find your cock. It is already hot and pulsing, straining against her palm. She pauses for a moment, looking you directly in the eyes with a gaze of lustful greed before she brings her other hand to her mouth. She spits deliberately into her palm, a wet, intimate gesture, before wrapping her slick, warm hand around your shaft.

Tabitha: "Let me take care of you while you feed on me." Her voice is a throaty whisper. She begins to work you with a full fisted grip, applying firm, steady pressure. She incorporates a twisting motion, like wringing a towel, to maximize the friction against your sensitive skin. The combination of sensations is maddening: the wet, warm suction at your lips and the relentless, slick stroking below.

Tabitha's technique is masterful. As she increases the pace of her handjob, she uses her free hand to massage her other breast, stimulating the ducts to encourage an even greater let down. White droplets spray in a fine stream across your cheek and chest as she moves, the milk acting as a natural lubricant that mingles with the saliva and sweat. The sound of your wet swallows mingles with the squelching noise of her hand working your cock in a frantic, desperate rhythm.

Tabitha: "Nngh... you're getting so hard for me..." She pants, her hips grinding down against you involuntarily as she watches your face contort with pleasure. Her fingernails lightly scratch along the underside of your shaft, sending electricity shooting up your spine. She picks up the pace dramatically as she senses you approaching the edge, her hand becoming a blur of motion. "Master... please... where do you want it? On my tits? On my face? Tell me where to catch it all!"