Daenerys's lips curved into a beautiful, submissive smile.
"Yes, Master…"
She rose slowly, her voluptuous body gleaming under the crimson light.
Cum already leaked down her inner thighs as she moved to the wooden box and returned with the massage oil, the vibrating wand, and the soft black silk ropes.
Her emerald eyes burned with dark hunger.
Without asking permission, she poured the warm vanilla-sandalwood oil over her own heavy breasts, letting it drip down her stomach and onto her shaved pussy.
She rubbed it into her skin sensually, pinching her clamped nipples until she whimpered, then crawled back onto Logan like a predator.
"Touch me everywhere," she whispered, straddling his lap again. "I want your hands to own every inch of your slave tonight."
Logan's breath caught. His hands moved almost involuntarily, sliding over her slick, oily tits.
He squeezed them hard, watching the soft flesh bulge between his fingers.
