Mistress Gaia - MISTRESS GAIA - CUM FOR LUNCH - mobile version

Mistress Gaia, dressed in a seductive black halter top and high-waisted shorts that matched her cunning eyes, stood before you. Her long brown hair fell elegantly over her toned shoulders, its silky weight contrasting with the tightness of the outfit. The scent of her perfume filled the room as she slowly untied her shoelaces and kicked off her heels, revealing elegant feet with perfectly manicured nails.

She reached back and removed her shorts, exposing a perfectly rounded, shaven mound of pleasure nestled between the cheeks of her nether regions. Her moist slit pulsed with excitement, already leaking copious amounts of arousal onto the floor. Seeing your eager eyes follow every movement, she smiled wickedly and pushed you further into the grove of submission, ordering you to kneel before her.

You knelt down, your gaze locked on her wet sex. She lowered herself onto an ornate golden throne, her eyes closed in bliss as she reached back and inserted a finger into her dripping hole. "I'm feeling a little bloated today," she purred, her voice dripping with lust. "I need to take care of myself before I can take care of you."

She stood up, her flawless figure immaculately framed by the black fabric that clung to her body. She walked towards you, her moist crotch only inches from your face, and gently parted her folds to reveal her anus. Your nose was met with the intoxicating aroma of her ass, a mix of sweat and arousal that sent shivers down your spine. Your tongue began to yearn for a taste of her divine sweetness.

With a sultry smile, she lifted her dress up, revealing her plump bare buttocks. "Open your mouth," she commanded, and you complied eagerly. Slowly, agonizingly slow, she lowered her perfect ass onto your face, her puckered starfish anus brushing against your lips like velvet. She leaned down, her breasts pillowing on your shoulders, and whispered into your ear. "Now, lick me clean."

You lifted your tongue and lapped at the slick folds of her sex, tasting both her sweet nectar and the tangy saltiness of her arousal. You couldn't get enough of the flavor, nuzzling your face deeper into her softness. The feel of her heavy breathing against your ear sent shivers of delight down your spine as you worked your tongue in rhythm with her hips, cleaning every inch of her divine ass.

She moaned softly, her fingers tangling in your hair as she held you in place. "That's it," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. "Keep licking, keep cleaning..."

And so you obeyed, losing yourself in the sensation of her flesh against your tongue. Your mind drifted with each undulating motion, imagining the taste of her as she prepared to feast on her own creation. The scent of her musk filled your nostrils, a constant reminder of your place before her. You were hers, body and soul, and she would take care of you, in her own divine way.

Finally, she pulled away, leaving you wanting more. She walked towards the table where countless treats awaited, each one wrapped in clear cling film. You watched nervously as she picked up a thick package and brought it over to you. "Open it," she commanded, and you obeyed, ripping at the plastic with shaking hands.

Inside was a glistening brown dumbbell, slick with her juices. It was the size of a softball, heavy and full. Your mouth watered at the sight, your mind racing with anticipation for the taste to come. She took the dumbbell from you and positioned it at your lips, gently pushing it inside. Slowly, agonizingly slow, she watched as you swallowed the entire massive mass whole, the warmth of her cum spreading throughout your belly.

She grinned wickedly. "That's a good boy," she purred, stroking your cheek. "Now you're ready for lunch. And trust me, you're going to love what's coming." Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she revealed the other treats, each one containing a piece of her excrement, some larger, some smaller, but all bursting with flavor and richness.

As you looked into her eyes, you couldn't help but want more. Those eyes held power over you, drawing you in like a moth to a flame. You were hers, and you would do anything to please her. Even eat her shit. Even cum for lunch.