romance Freya and she gets in the mood

You take Freya?s hand and urge her onto the couch. She?s clearly moved by your emotional speech before, but seems a bit on edge.

?Should I do something for you, master? Start on dinner or clean up??

?No no, no need,? you insist. ?You?re mine now. And that doesn?t make you my possession. Because you?re a woman (sort of, anyway). You?re not my bodyguard or my pet, you?re my love. And I intend to treat you like it.?

You take Freya by each of her broad shoulders and pull her into a deep, warm kiss. You?re sure you wouldn?t have been able to move her, but she felt your light tug and gladly moved along with it. She lets you grasp her in your arms, despite being unfathomably stronger than you, allowing you to take her with the kiss as her full frame seems to melt in your arms, releasing a purring sort of growl into your mouth.

Her thick hands grasp at your side and the back of your head, mutely urging you to maintain the kiss. You gently lean into her, the two of you silently navigating one another along the couch until you?re lying on top of her. Her breasts spill out beneath you, her soft and hot body pressing up against you. You can feel the particularly intense heat emanating off of her crotch, further stimulating yours. You can?t help but grind up against her as you continue your makeout session, your hands traveling inward to grope as much of her gigantic knockers as you can hold.

?Ohhh, master,? she moans as she momentarily pulls away from the kiss, unable to keep down her outcry. ?Please? take me? make me truly yours??