very good

You take her feet, kissing affectionately over and between her delicate toes, down her soles and heels. Queenie makes a soft buzz of pleasure as you repeat it with her other foot, kissing and gently licking up her leg. You go up her thigh, firm but slender under your lips until you reach her shapely hips. You break off as she raises an arm listlessly, watching you closely as you kiss her fingertips and knuckles, down her arm and across her shoulders, neck, and finally down to her breasts.

You hesitate at her full breasts and visibly very hard nipples. You aren't sure why, except that it seems to be what she'd want.

"Go on," she urges at last, giving a gentle but insistent tug at your hair that pulls your mouth perfectly over her nipple. She moans loudly as you start to suck, tongue dancing over them as your lips and teeth gently pinch at them. "Very good, my pet," she drones, and you feel a rush of heat in your body at the words. She called you her pet. And you loved it. She said you were a good boy. That was even better.

She lifts your face from her spit-soaked breast and turns her other to face you, and you slather it with wildly affectionate kisses before repeating your trick on her nipples, and she writhes beneath your mouth.

You've soon covered most of her in kisses, your saliva leaving a faint shine on some of her regions. She smiles and traces a finger under your neck, up your throat, and under your chin.

"What a good boy you are," she coos playfully. "But you missed a very important spot..."