Cum you Pervert then Eat your Cum

Goddess Baavan sits on the bar stool in black cutout lingerie, sheer stockings, and glossy thigh-high boots, tattoos visible along her arms as she leans forward with a thin cane across her lap. The red-hooded slave lies back on the red bench, legs spread, soft cock in his fist while she watches with open disgust. “Do you need tweezers to stroke that thing?” she asks, voice sharp. He grips it tighter at her command and begins slow strokes, treating the small length like the only intimacy he will ever know. When his rhythm falters she reaches over, corrects his hand placement, and keeps her dark-polished nails hovering near the shaft until it thickens and lifts under her direction. She smirks and tells him that if he keeps stroking long enough something might actually come out of it, then orders him to spit into his palm, slick the head, and put on a proper show while she remains seated and unmoving above him.

He moans as ordered and she immediately corrects the sound, demanding he copy the exact pitch of his step-sister when he hears her getting fucked in the room above his basement suite at mom’s house. Baavan leans closer, voice low and steady, describing strange men filling his step-mom while everyone else in the house stays occupied and he stays alone downstairs with nothing but his own hand. She laughs once, then starts the countdown from ten. His fist pumps faster, hips twitching, until the final number drops and  a rope shoot into his hand and onto his leg just as she opens her mouth to halt him. She watches the sparse load pool, then directs him to scoop every drop into his mouth and swallow, leaving only one small puddle on his leg for the next slave who she will have crawl in to lick up.