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[swankystar]

The sun blazed above, casting golden light across the villa’s tiled terrace. Dana stood barefoot, wrapped in nothing but an oversized white shirt, the hem brushing her thighs. She breathed in slowly, deeply—citrus trees and heat swirling in the air.

Mike knelt before her on a silk cushion. His back was straight. His gaze was lowered. He had asked for this—craved it. The structure. The surrender. The worship.

And Dana, calm and confident in the late-afternoon sun, was ready to give him exactly what he needed.

She lifted her shirt slowly, revealing a pair of soft pink panties—high-waisted cotton, embroidered with tiny flowers. They were hers. Comfortable. Strong. Unbothered.

She looked down at him. “Do you like them?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said softly.

“Good,” she said. “Then show me how much.”

She sat with grace, parting her legs just enough. “Crawl to me.”

Mike obeyed. His movements were slow, deliberate—offering himself, not rushing.

When he reached her, he looked up for permission.

“You may begin,” she said.

He kissed her thigh—gentle and reverent. She smiled and rested a hand in his hair, a silent sign of approval. When he hesitated, she whispered:

“Not timid. Not tentative. You’re here to serve.”

He adjusted, bolder now. His mouth moved to the heat of her. His tongue explored her slowly, learning the rhythm of her breath.

Dana exhaled, eyes half-closed. “That’s better.”

She guided him with gentle pressure, shifting her hips forward. He responded eagerly—each movement of his mouth intentional, every moan low and muffled in her skin.

Her thighs tightened. Her hands steadied in his hair. Her orgasm came like light through glass—clean, bright, overwhelming.

But she wasn’t done.

“Again,” she said. Her voice soft, but final.

He obeyed with no hesitation now—only purpose. His tongue worked faster, more precise, circling her clit until her hips trembled again and her voice broke into a soft gasp.

Dana let the second orgasm roll through her like a wave. When it faded, she tugged lightly on his hair to bring him back.

“Good,” she said. Her voice was warm with satisfaction. “You did well.”

She stood and looked down at him—his face flushed, lips slick, expression blissful.

“Clean me,” she said. “Slowly.”

He leaned in again—tender, unhurried—and she let him finish the ritual as sunlight spilled over their skin.

This was service.
This was trust.
This was how she wanted to be adored:
Not in darkness.
But in full, blazing daylight.

[Deleted Member]

Marry me

[an****]

This sounds like pure bliss 🔥

[Ca****]

Amazing!

[Orfeo6]

Just say the word and I'm yours 🥵