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“Mistress,” he groaned as I rubbed the tip of his dick against my scales, sliding it up and down my flesh. He shuddered as I massaged the tip against me. My breasts jiggled. My left hand slid up from my violet scales to my dusky skin of my belly. I rose up to my large breasts, today a gold chain connecting my pierced nipples. I seized it, tugging on it, stretching out my nipples. I moaned in delight, pleasure shooting down to my dripping pussy. My tongue flicked from my mouth as my pussy grew hotter and hotter. My coiled blowjob body squeezed tighter about his torso, his ribs creaking. He sucked in shallower breath, straining to take deep breaths. I felt his heart pounding beneath his chest, his life fluttering in my embrace. I owned him. I possessed him. “Mistress,” he groaned again, his voice tighter. His cock throbbed in my hand, pulsing with his passion for me. It made me so wet. My bed creaked, my muslin canopy forming a haze of purple around me, an island of passion cut off from the rest of my castle. My bed creaked as I shifted, the satin sheets cool against my scales as I moved. I slid his cock along my scales until it nudged at my hot flesh. I hissed in delight, tugging so hard on my nipple chain. My breasts stretched and my nipples distorted. My dusky-pink nubs flared in wondrous pain. It shuddered through me, filling me with such trembling delight. I rubbed his dick against my pussy with the other. “Is this what you want, slave?” I moaned, my voice so sibilant with my desire. My cunt dripped with passion. “To slide into my pussy? Do you want to be in me?” The last thing you need is the additional stress of Selina being out on patrol. "You can touch me, too, mom." you whisper, arching your back to show off the perfect outline of your firm breasts through the see-through tank-top. We ducked in together. It was sexy. “I am!” she squealed, writhing atop me. His body shivers, but not just from the cold. The remaining ledge – a rim around the top of the pit, is only a few feet wide and looks precarious. (It wasn't for pleasure, that was for sure!) You had to ford those streams to get across the meadow. I rolled us over and with me now on blowjob top, my cock still gripped tightly but no longer rubbing.