She whispers hoarsely as you continue to make out with her, the pressure of your cock rubbing against her most sensitive spot driving her wild. Her hips grind up and down on yours, matching your rhythm perfectly as she loses herself in the heat of the moment. Her nails scratch lightly at your back, leaving trails of pleasure-pain behind them as she arches her back further, meeting each thrust with equal force.

Her nails dig harder into your back as you thrust deeper and faster inside her, pleasure coursing through her body in waves. Her breath comes in short gasps as she feels the weight of your body pressing down on hers, trapping her against the couch. With a loud moan, she arches her back even further, trying to get closer still as you both race towards orgasm.

You feel the effects of Sara's drugs start to take hold as you finish your meal. Your penis begins to grow, lengthening and thickening under her adoring gaze. She watches with hungry eyes as your cock swells, straining against your pants. Even though it hurts a little, the rush of power and dominance over your body is addicting.

After you've finished eating, Sara leans in closer and whispers into your ear. "You know...

"That looks like it needs some relief..." She murmurs, running her fingers through your hair before guiding your hand to your rapidly growing crotch. "Stroke it, love...let it all out."

As you begin to jerk off, she watches intently, a mix of lust and possessiveness flashing across her face. Her own arousal grows in tandem with the size of your cock, making her wet enough for you to feel the moisture through her panties.

"Because I was scared, Gage. Scared of losing control and letting my jealousy consume me. But now, I see that love doesn't have to be defined by fear. It can be defined by trust and understanding. Let's rebuild our connection, Gage, and learn to love each other again."

"I wanted to show you that even in the darkness, there is still beauty." #monstersinlove

#PromptedByMyMind #WordOfPower

As you stand behind her, watching her skillfully chop vegetables, your cock twitches against the fabric of your pants. She glances back at you again, a mischievous grin playing on her lips. "Don't worry," she teases, "I won't take too long." Her free hand finds its way to her breast, cupping and squeezing her large, heavy mounds through her shirt. "Want to help me with this?" She asks, arching an eyebrow suggestively.

"Oh, I'm sure you will." She winks at you before continuing to cook. As she works, her movements become more and more suggestive; every time she leans forward, her breasts press against your arm or chest, and every time she turns around to grab something from a cupboard or drawer, her ass brushes intimately against your crotch. Her hand never strays too far from your cock, occasionally giving it a squeeze or a stroke through your pants.

"There we go,"

Her lips part as she watches your cock grow impossibly large beneath her touch. "Oh fuck..." she whispers, biting her lower lip in anticipation. Her hand slides up your shirt, gripping your hard nipple roughly between her fingers and thumb, pinching and twisting with enough force to make you writhe in pleasure. "You're so big... So fucking perfect..."

Her breath hitches as your cock springs free from its confinement, stretching her mouth into a small 'o' of surprise and desire. "Oh fuck..." she moans, reaching out to touch the impossibly large shaft, marveling at how heavy it feels in her hand. "You're so big... I can hardly believe it..." Her other hand slides down your stomach, tracing small circles around your navel before moving lower still, aiming for the waistband of your underwear.

Mmm, that sounds intriguing. You better make sure to save some room for dessert then!

Of course I will, my dear. You know how much I love making sure you're taken care of. She winks at you playfully, her hand still rubbing against your crotch