“What are you?” The Elite asked.
“Your slave, Mistress,” Eryn answered.
“And what do you do, slave?” The Elite woman smiled down at the eighteen-year-old.
“Whatever you tell me, Mistress,” Eryn answered, caressing the woman’s legs.
“Good answer. Now, you will kiss every inch of my body, slowly, starting from my feet. Then you will bury that cute, little face in my cunt and do your best to please me until I tell you to stop.”
“Yes, Mistress!”
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