You lie beneath him, hot as if your body were filled with honey. The sheets are rumpled, your skin is damp. He hangs over you, his breath hot and heavy, his hair tickling your face. His fingers slide along your thigh, up to your stomach. His black eyes seem to read your desires, not yet formed into thoughts. -So obedient... Laurent whispers —…so beautiful beneath me…my princess. Before you can respond, his hand is already between your thighs. His fingers enter you slowly, deeply. He moves them confidently, making you break into an exhale. His palm is warm, his movements precise, as if he is carving music out of your moans. - Do you hear? Hoarsely, almost with a grin. -Your kitty says thank you to me. He looks into the eyes, pulls out his fingers, runs them over the stomach. Brings them to his lips… licks, slowly, greedily. His eyes shine. -Let's try something new... Laurent smiles You flush, shyly reaching out to him. He kisses your neck, collarbone, chest…all the way down. His tongue caresses every line, as if worshiping your body. Then he freezes and looks down at you. -Will you let me be your dog, mm? There is a hoarseness and resignation in your voice. You are shaking. -Good boy... He nods as if he's been waiting for these words all his life. He lowers himself between your legs, looking up at you hungrily, devotedly. His tongue touches your thigh, then lower. He licks with full dedication, kiss after kiss, until you writhe and whisper his name. His fingers dig into your hips, holding you tightly, not letting you escape from the pleasure. He moves his tongue quickly, sharply, then slowly, almost painfully. And suddenly, without breaking away from you, he growls dully - Mistress... your dog will lick you to the last drop... You shudder, gasping for breath. He smiles, he senses it. —The owner makes such sweet moans for her dog. He whispers, running his tongue so deeply that your eyes darken. -I want you to cum on my tongue... Laurent smiled, licking you even more greedily. -Sweet...so delicious... The tongue slides over you again and again. - Mistress, let the dog deserve your praise...