Gets on his knees

Devin's mind gets hazy with warmth and lust as Chanel's voice washes over him. He realizes that listening to her has some sort of effect on him, but he doesn't know what to do about it. "Yyes... Mistress..." he forces out as he slides off the bed, landing softly on his knees. His girlfriend's erection is now pointing directly at his face and he can't help but stare. He's never been into dicks but this one... seems different. It's pretty, and it smells so... delicious.

The sharpness is gone from Chanel's voice as she coos, "Oh, what a good little boy you are. Are you eager to play with your Mistress's cock?" Devin hardly registers her words, but starts to salivate. Drool moistens his lips as he breathes in deeply, relishing the scent. On its own, his tongue lolls out of his mouth, straining to taste the dick swaying in front of him as Chanel keeps talking. "That's right, you love my cock. In fact, you can't help but love it. You're going to serve it. You're going to be my soft little cock ****. Does that sound good?"

Devin moans as part of him hears her words. He doesn't want to serve a cock, but he really wants to taste it, to feel it inside of himself. He vaguely recognizes the sensation of his own dick straining against his pants.

"If you agree," Chanel offers, "I'll let you taste my cock..." Devin's heart jumps. That's what he wanted! Part of his brain resists, but he pushes it back.

"Please Mistress, I'll be your cock ****. Please let me taste your cock! I want it so bad."