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Zuriel nodded. "Baby...yes...you look amazing."
Lisa smiles. "Ok."
Lisa blushed seeing where you were leading her. Chewing nervously but excitedly on her lip ring, she followed you to the upstairs room being lead along by her leash again. Her little ass cheeks pressed flat to the picture frame and she watched you slipping that tight white shirt over your muscled arms and she wondered again at just how lucky she was to have you in her life. With a soft laugh, she spied the bottle in your hands and, pressing her arms flat against the picture, she watched you drizzle more of the slick oil over her breasts. The viscous liquid shimmered down between her breasts and trickled over her nipples to bead and drip onto her belly and thighs in spattering little patterns. "Mmm... I think you were getting me good and wet and slippery again."
Zuriel smiled at the feel of hard nipples and oil on his chest, letting his fingers remain curled before another squirt of the bottle drizzled down your belly only to coat his fingers in dripping oil glossed between his digits scissoring over your rising clit. "I'll guide you the rest of my days, through every pain and pleasure life has to offer, and always will you know I am by your side." The sincerity of his words was refracted by the carnal lusts of your man, his hand dipping in to play with your clit between his fingertips only to stroke it up and down, the oil adding so much slickness that his fingers slithered and squished against your slit with hardly any resistance. His body slipped to the side giving his arm more room to move, the slow curl building with fingers strumming your pussy like a musician playing a fiddle. Each sweet sound from your lips was a surrender, every little whimper a treat for your Daddy slipping in closer to kiss your cheek, nipping your lower lip before you felt his rough cheek slide over yours and his tongue laving along the line of your pulse felt it quicken from what you knew he could do. His lips soothed away the lick, kissing at the thrumming pulse in your neck until they drifted over your ear lobe. "Mmmm..."
Zuriel heard exactly what he wanted to hear: already his baby girl was begging him and she hardly even knew what she was begging for. She was simply voicing that word because she knew it was the only one he would listen to, the only word he cared about hearing at all when his fingers pulled back and the middle digit slipped easily between your naturally slick lips. His middle finger jamming in tightly, stroking to the sluck-sluck-sluck sounds of his hand jostling between your thighs. He smirked to himself as he started rolling his hand, moving it like he would move his spine to fuck your hot little cunt now being sliced deeply by that finger invading your hot hold. Teeth caught your earlobe and held fast, his words hissed past your ear with his mouth clamped on your flesh. "Pleasssse what baby girl...?" He didn't give you a chance to speak; a second finger pressed in and the lighter noises gave rise to the squish-schuluck-squick of deeper strokes from his fingers stirring your pussy harder. His free hand sneaked in, dropping the belt from his hips leaving his pants falling from his frame, but his focus wasn't on staying dressed--he wanted to hear what his baby girl needed.
Zuriel lifted a brow at seeing your juices pooled around your feet, thinking you might have been bad and already came, but he soon realized you were just that turned on and the thought made him smile devilishly. Fingers slipped out of your cunt only to glide up and push inside your lips, stuffing his girl-soaked digits inside your mouth to make you taste it while he pulled his pants off fully. The oiled glass behind your body soon had your hands smacking the frame for support when he jerked you round to get that glossy wet ass pointed back at him. Fuck, he wanted to tease you, but all the toying had already got him so worked up that by the time his pants fell and he had you turned, your hot cheeks felt Master's dick slide over your buttock. "Don't you dare cum before I tell you slut... Don't...you...dare...." His voice trailed off before the feeling of hot dick slipped between your lips, opening you like a new flower with the sudden glitch and stick of that cock fitting to the hilt inside you in a single shove. Hands snatched your hips and with all the poise he could manage, he held that cock balls deep inside your quaking pussy. But he did nothing but hold it right there, relishing in the feel of your limbs starting to shiver from being held perfectly still and filled with his fat girth. With a groan he pulled back, feeling your walls so slick with girl honey that he almost fell out, but he was quick to jam his dick back inside, biting his bottom lip when the slow, deliberate strokes thrummed your tunnel, pistoning like a steam boat slowly churning to life. With hard shoves that went slow, his drilling head went deep, but the slow pull back lined you up for nothing but another stuff of his dick. Both of his hands held your ass, squeezing the cheeks open and holding them there to slam your cunt down his fat cock, his hips meeting the pull in the middle and hammering so rough inside that he lifted you to oil slick toes each time he drove it in.
Lisa tried her hardest to obey, to please you, to avoid punishment, but even with all her will her body betrayed her. There was nothing she could do. The second she thought she had herself under control, you slammed that cock home stirring everything back to life as if it had never died. Like pouring gasoline on glowing coals, the fire roared to life inside her once more and she cried out, her entire body going rigid. Even as you pulled back for another buck of your hips, she muttered out, "Oh no...no....no..." but whether you heard her or not, whether her body obeyed her own demands or not, that leash was yanked against her clit once more and that cock slid home with a force hard enough that she felt the slap of your balls smacking against her dripping wet cunt lips and she lost all control. It flared out from her core through her limbs like a brush fire, burning and raging through her body. The breath she sucked in caught in her lungs and she felt like she'd exploded into a million tiny fragments only to slam back together in a rush of pounding, throbbing, slapping flesh. She'd lost the battle, so she succumbed, taking it all greedily, crying out her bliss unchecked, "FFFFFFFUCK!!! Oh...god! Fuck! Ahhhhh my god, yes!" Her cries didn't cease. They came with each pulsing stroke of your cock, every one accentuated by a jerk and shudder of her body until she was hoarse from screaming. As she came down, she flushed in shame, cursing herself under her breath, fearing to even look at you knowing she'd done just what you'd forbidden her to do, despite that it was out of her control.