Meri recoiled at the sight, pulling out of her subspace stupor enough to feel her entire being panic.
Lola sensed the change.
“Don’t sweat it, girl,” the Domme whispered from behind, with her seductive voice and sensuous hands, drawing Meri back to her place of surrender. “Take a breath, Meri,” her voice was calming to Meri’s ears. Her perfume smelled so sweet, and the incense in the room was so erotic, so overpoweringly erotic. “Don’t worry, my darling, no man’s c**k will spoil your wedded p***y. My c**k might, but it’s just a nice fake.”
Lola’s crotch was at her ass, moving in an undulating rhythm. Her hands moved down her body, down hips and thighs, across her breasts, until the woman was finally falling to her knees, prying Meri’s ass wide, while her tongue went deep into the fissur
