❤️‍🔥 Erotic Story ❤️‍🔥 ❤️‍🔥 SUBMISSIVE (final part) ❤️‍🔥 I felt the weight of his eyes run over my body in an almost crazy expression of someone trying to control themselves. And now, who had power over whom? I ran my fingers through the volume of his pants, feeling how hard he was, but I didn't even linger there. I continued with my face glued to his body as if smelling prey, first to his neck and breasts, then I started to rub myself against his body without much organization or pose - just being a desirous animal, wanting that contact and all the power that would arise from this action, when he interrupted me, realizing: - Are you trying to provoke me, bitch? Are you going to take it? - He said this, pulling me lightly by the collar, putting me back in my place in that dance: on all fours. He ran his hands over my face and shoulders, making me shiver all over, and he took me onto his lap, so that I was on my ass, showing off my lace panties and stockings between my thighs. Holding me with blasé skill, as if I were a pillow or something, he bent over me again to get something from his bag, almost burying his face in my ass with this movement. This time I heard the “click” of a lid opening, and then he began to lightly slide his wet fingers through the lace as if he were looking for a way in. I could feel his cock growing even more and throbbing on my thighs, when, between one sigh and another, he pulled the lace to the side, running his fingers lightly over my pussy and making me wet – with myself and with what I realized was lubricant. That was when I understood his type of domination: control of pleasure. He fingered me slowly and lingeringly, letting me start to wiggle and seek his fingers and intensity. First it was just one, then two or three, so I just wanted more and more. It turns out that the damn thing found my g-spot and played with my spasms and grinding: if I increased the intensity, he would decrease it. If I stopped, he would increase it until I almost cried, moaning with desire. And that's how he made me cum a few times - as much as he wanted - leaving me limp on his lap and throwing my body back. After a while in complicit silence, I threw myself onto the carpet, trying to grab onto his boots when he interrupted me and walked to the kitchen: — I've already taken what I wanted from you, now I need to feed you so we can continue the game...