[She drinks him in, fuller and sweeter than anything she's nursed today. She isn't aware of it but watching him absolutely blows her pupils and she licks her lips slowly to see him come, spilling on himself and screaming and crying. Yes, the tears are always delightful.
Lily mulls over her options and how to drive some very critical points home. At the end of the day, he is hers, it's as simple as that. It may be difficult to claim that when the entire department's had him, however, the irony being she is the entire department--the thought that she might be competing against herself is an amusing one.
But he doesn't know that, so she makes an executive decision in the dream. After all the fun with everyone else he showered and came back in time for Lily to make him come. His hair is still a little damp and smells of his usual shampoo. It makes perfect sense in the nonsense of dreams.
Just in time to make a mess of himself and Lily's feet.
He's so beautiful.
And so beautiful in how...unrestrained he is, how honest, genuine, how he revels in his humiliation, yes of course, but he's such an open book. She can't help but wonder if there is any point in dismissing the staff--she might get everything out of him anyway, would he even think to hide it? And it would be less humiliation for him.
Hmm, alright, they stay.
It's very fun, though, she's having a blast playing this by ear and navigating his desires, both what she knows and what she might learn in this environment. It's a great little sexperiment and she's wondering what'll happen after, if anything, but for now she's just thrilled he's enjoying himself and content she gets to see him this way.
Lily gets up and walks around her desk, fingers idly running along the surface of it until she gets to Vivi's chair. She stands behind him, hands lightly running over his shoulders before she leans to speak lowly by his ear.]
Just what am I to do with you...? Getting cleaned up just to make a mess of yourself all over again. Honestly, you're hopeless.
[She circles around to his front and gets down on her knees, tongue clearing up the come he's left behind on himself and his cock. It's somewhat longer than it should be, but that's fine, it's a novelty but not strange by any means.
He's a spent wreck, but all the more reason to continue now, see how many pieces she can break him into if he will indeed break.
He tastes...so good. There is nothing she needs to add or change about it. He's so hot on her tongue and so uniquely him she has to resist being overcome and devouring it all and everything he is.]
I guess I've no choice but to clean you up, myself.
NEVER
Lily mulls over her options and how to drive some very critical points home. At the end of the day, he is hers, it's as simple as that. It may be difficult to claim that when the entire department's had him, however, the irony being she is the entire department--the thought that she might be competing against herself is an amusing one.
But he doesn't know that, so she makes an executive decision in the dream. After all the fun with everyone else he showered and came back in time for Lily to make him come. His hair is still a little damp and smells of his usual shampoo. It makes perfect sense in the nonsense of dreams.
Just in time to make a mess of himself and Lily's feet.
He's so beautiful.
And so beautiful in how...unrestrained he is, how honest, genuine, how he revels in his humiliation, yes of course, but he's such an open book. She can't help but wonder if there is any point in dismissing the staff--she might get everything out of him anyway, would he even think to hide it? And it would be less humiliation for him.
Hmm, alright, they stay.
It's very fun, though, she's having a blast playing this by ear and navigating his desires, both what she knows and what she might learn in this environment. It's a great little sexperiment and she's wondering what'll happen after, if anything, but for now she's just thrilled he's enjoying himself and content she gets to see him this way.
Lily gets up and walks around her desk, fingers idly running along the surface of it until she gets to Vivi's chair. She stands behind him, hands lightly running over his shoulders before she leans to speak lowly by his ear.]
Just what am I to do with you...? Getting cleaned up just to make a mess of yourself all over again. Honestly, you're hopeless.
[She circles around to his front and gets down on her knees, tongue clearing up the come he's left behind on himself and his cock. It's somewhat longer than it should be, but that's fine, it's a novelty but not strange by any means.
He's a spent wreck, but all the more reason to continue now, see how many pieces she can break him into if he will indeed break.
He tastes...so good. There is nothing she needs to add or change about it. He's so hot on her tongue and so uniquely him she has to resist being overcome and devouring it all and everything he is.]
I guess I've no choice but to clean you up, myself.