Your submissive slut wants all your cum on her face (ASMR-ROLEPLAY)
As the camera pans over the dimly lit boudoir, we catch a tantalizing glimpse of silky robes spilling over the edge of an ornate armchair. The air is heavy with anticipation as a sultry voice whispers, “Are you ready to make a naughty wish come true, my love?” The breathy question hangs in the air, thick with desire. A soft giggle escapes plump lips, red and shiny with gloss. “I’ve been such a bad girl today,” she purrs, “disobeying your every command. Won’t you teach me a lesson I won’t soon forget?”
The camera zooms in on her face, highlighting the smoldering need in her gaze. Sheazardly tosses back the robe to reveal creamy expanses of skin, pert breasts barely concealed by a lacy bra. Her hands trace a sinful path down her sides to the edge of a matching thong. With a coy smile, she snaps the delicate elastic against her hip. “I’ve been very, very naughty,” she confesses, “touching myself while thinking of you. I couldn’t help it – your dirty talk gets me so hot and bothered.”
Her breathing grows erratic as long fingers slide beneath the hem of her undies. “Mmmm,” she moans, “I’m soaking wet, love. My pussy is throbbing with need. It aches for your big, hard cock.” She pulls the fabric aside to reveal glistening pink folds, swollen with arousal. A single finger parts her lips, revealing her pulsing clit. “I bet you’d like to bury yourself inside me right now, wouldn’t you? To fuck me until I’m screaming your name?”
She circles her tiny bud, reveling in the jolts of pleasure that shoot through her. “But that’s not what I want. Not this time.” She removes her hand, leaving her pussy uncovered and exposed. “I want you to cover me in your cum. I want you to mark me as your property, to paint my face and tits and neck with your hot seed.” She averts her gaze sultrily. “I’ve been a very naughty slut, and naughty sluts get their faces fucked until they’re a cum-drenched mess.” Her voice grows husky, almost desperate. “So please, Master, give me what I deserve. Drench me in your cum until I’m choking on it. I need you so badly.”
The scene shifts, and suddenly she’s on her knees before an unseen dominant, announcing her arrival with a wet, open-mouthed kiss to his rigid shaft. Her tongue flicks out to taste his manhood, swirling around the sensitive tip. “Mmmm,” she hums approvingly. “You taste so good. Like sin and sex.” She takes him into her mouth, worshipping his cock with lips and tongue. Faster and faster she goes, determined to drive him to the brink. But just as he’s about to erupt, she pulls back with a mischievous glint in her eye. “Ah ah ah,” she admonishes playfully, “not in my mouth, you don’t. That cum belongs on my face.” She lays back on the floor, craning her head in offering. “Go on, Master. Give me what I’ve been so very bad for.”
In seconds, she’s drowning in hot, sticky fluid. Anchored by equal parts raw need and shame, she lets him cut off her air, lets him plug up her nostrils, lets him coat every inch of her skin. logs in airwaves shoot up her nose, through her ears, into her lungs and she marvels at the impossibility of these conflicting sensations. breathless. awash and drowning. the scalding wetness is everywhere… on her cheeks and chin, in her eyes and hair; coating her throat and breasts, soaking into her clothes She chokes and gags, struggling to breathe, to see, to understand. It’s too much, overwhelming in every way. And yet, deep down, she knows that this is what she’s craved this whole time. Never before has she felt so alive, so utterly owned and possessed.
When it finally ends, she lays there panting, his cum still dripping from her eyelashes. A satisfied smirk tugs at her lips. “Thank you, Master,” she whispers hoarsely, “That was exactly what I needed. I promise to be a good, obedient slut from now on – at least until the next time I get naughty again.” She winks impishly before grabbing a tissue to wipe away some of the residue. “Now, let’s clean you up,” she coos, “and maybe, just maybe, if you’re good, I’ll let you fuck my face properly next time.” The screen fades to black as the credits roll, leaving the viewer ache with arousal and a desperate need to submit to her…
