[She bites his ear and wraps her hand around his slick and dripping cock, stroking it furiously. She's very close and she'll see that he won't be far behind.

Her hips move violently, slap after wet slap echoing sharply in the room. She can feel her own pre dripping constantly from her cock inside him, but she'll have more and better to give to him soon.

Lily is fiercely, wildly in control and yet out of control, a willing slave to her every desire and impulse, but feeling his cock in her hand makes her twitch, in both her cock and her folds. He's so big, so hard in her hand, it doesn't give her pause, but it makes her think at what more he could do for her perhaps.

One hand continues to hold his leash while her hand continues stroking him harshly. It's strange to the point of dubious sanity how much he is her toy and yet how much he is still a person and lover. She wants to bring him the greatest, sweetest satisfaction while never letting him forget that he is an instrument for her own.

She licks a long stripe along his cheek and does not let up, laughing at his too true declaration.]

Then come for me, my beautiful, depraved, radiant whore, Vivi! Vivi! [Her voice rings out clear as a bell and undeniable, timed with her thrusts.]

Mine, mine, mine--