She hold your arm tightly as she pulls you upstairs, and into the bedroom.
“You’re mine,” she tells you, shoving you up against the wall and kissing you.
You kiss her back, clinging to her, and she thrusts her hips against you, moaning at the feeling of your needy cock.
“Tell me you’re mine, sweetie.”
“I’m yours, Miss.”
“Good boy,” she says, and swings you around, pushing you onto the bed and straddling you. Grinds against you hungrily.
“Such a needy boy. You want me to fuck your cock? Use you as my toy?”
“Yes Miss.” You say eagerly.
She strips you quickly, then herself, throwing clothes to the floor carelessly. Your cock is so hard against her soaked pussy as she sinks down onto you; you’re loving being her toy. She can clearly feel every inch of you inside her. Groans as she rides you, hard, up and down, using you for her own pleasure. You watch her take you, her breasts and ass bouncing, head thrown back. She looks like some goddess, enticed by mortal flesh; commanding, powerful.