Queen Bee

"Panties, Douglas?" Mira asked, purring into Douglas's ear. She was wearing black jeans that were unbutton and unzipped, and he could feel her pantied cock pressed against your ass.

"Elizabeth ... thought you'd like," Douglas panted. He really wished he could get hard now.

"And a cage to boot," Mira said, dangling the key in front of Douglas's eyes. "My, my ... can't let one of these bears catch you." Douglas stiffened up in fear, and Mira chuckled. She'd been dipping into Douglas's scotch again, he could smell. She was exulting in her power, and he was diminishing in the presence of hers. Mira placed the chain holding the key around her neck. and pushed his knees further apart with her leather boot. She tugged her jeans down, along with her panties. She was achingly hard. She skillfully lubricated her cock and Douglas's ass, leaving the panties on.

"Such a good boy you are," Mira whispered into Douglas's ear. "Or is it good girl?" She felt his ass pulse against cock, closing her eyes and draping her body over his back, taking her time. "Just my little bitch now." Douglas groaned, closing his eyes too, just the two of them appreciating the moment, how each other felt and smelt, her cock burrowing into his ass time and again. Even with his cock constricted, Douglas could feel the familiar signs coming as her cock pressed against his prostate.

"That's it, baby ... just let it go," Mira instructed, and Douglas did, filling up the pouch with his thick seed, his skin creamy and soft and smooth, clad in silk, his mind laden in confusion. Mira pushed in and out for a little while longer, until she filled her boy with her seed, marking him as hers.