Kate pleasures her king

As Kate turns to look at me, I see the shock in her eyes, but the wetness trickling down her thighs tells a different story—one of raw, unbridled desire. I've never been so bold, so dominant, but in my domain, my pleasure is the only thing that matters. I will the perfume vial back into the box on the concrete slab where the two remaining photo sets hover, their presence a testament to our earlier passion.

Kate's fingers, still glistening with her own arousal, catch my eye. She follows my gaze, a wicked smile playing on her lips as she brings her fingers to her mouth, tasting herself. Her eyes never leave mine as she sucks her fingers clean, the act incredibly erotic. Then, her gaze drifts down to my cock, thick, veiny, and hard, standing at attention for her. She remembers, as do I, how good it felt to be filled by me, to be stretched and claimed in a way she's never experienced before. She remembers the throbbing of my cock as I came, each hot burst sending her own orgasms crashing through her.

With that memory, Kate straddles me, her knees on either side of my hips as she positions herself over my cock. She checks her bikini bottoms one last time, ensuring they are tucked aside, giving her pussy full access to me. I take one of her breasts in my hand, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh before wrapping my lips around her areola and nipple. I suck and bite gently, eliciting a moan from deep within her throat. Her goosebumps rise, and she places her hands on the headrest of my lounge chair, using it for leverage as she begins to lower herself onto me.

I will the lounge chair to strengthen itself, knowing the **** of our passion is about to put it to the test. With my free hand, I grip her ass, my fingers digging into her soft flesh as I guide her down onto my cock. Her eyes widen as she takes me in, her body shaking slightly as she adjusts to my thickness. "Oh god. Oh god yes," she moans, her voice a mix of pleasure and surprise.

I release her breast, but keep a firm grip on her ass, squeezing possessively. "You're a slut, aren't you, Kate? A slut for my cock," I growl, my voice leaving no room for doubt. Her pussy continues to slide down my length, her body trembling with each inch she takes. "You my little tight slut, Kate?" I ask, already knowing the answer.

She looks down at me, her eyes wild with desire, and brings one of her hands from the headrest to my chest, her nails digging into my skin. "Yes, I'm your slut. I'm your little slut!" she shouts, her voice coming in shattered bursts of breath and passion. "I’M YOUR TIGHT LITTLE SLUT!"

I smile, a dark, dominant smile, and use both hands to **** her down onto my cock, impaling her completely. She places her feet flat on the lounge chair, adjusting her position to ride me better, to please me more. The camera continues to click, capturing every explicit detail, every shudder of pleasure that racks her body.

Kate starts to grind with every thrust down, using my body to stimulate her clit, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through her. She grips the back of my neck with one hand, the other still on my chest, her nails digging into my flesh as another orgasm tears through her. I feel the marks she leaves, but they heal almost instantly, the words of the “voyeurs” telling me “your manifestations cannot harm you.” Joe smiles. Not only does he have endless pleasure and unending stamina, he’s invincible here.

"Oh my god. I'm cumming again," she cries out, and I feel her body shudder, her cunt squeezing and milking my cock with each pulse of her orgasm. I smile, knowing that I can choose to cum at any moment, but I want her to earn it. I want her to show me the worship she has for me before I fill her once again.

I signal for her to stop with a firm smack on her ass, the sound echoing through the rooftop. She looks down at me, her body still forcing her to buck against me, seeking more friction, more pleasure. "Not yet, Kate. You still have to earn it," I tell her, my voice firm and unyielding.

She looks at me, her eyes filled with a mix of desperation and devotion. "Yes," she says, her body still shivering with the aftermath of her orgasm. "What can I do, my king?" she asks, her voice a low, submissive purr.

I lean back, a smug smile playing on my lips, knowing that I have her exactly where I want her. "Show me how much you want it, Kate. Show me how much you want my cock," I command, my voice leaving no room for argument.

She nods, a determined look in her eyes as she waits for my next erotic demand.