"M-Mhm y-you have b-but w-what does me being y-yours m-mean..~?"
She moaned, placing her hands on his shoulders.
He smiled at her...and gave her a gentle kiss...his thrusts becoming slightly rougher...yet still oh so gentle..~
"Oh nothing much...j u s t m i n e t o t o y w i t h ~"
"L-Like a s-sex doll o-or a s-sex slave..~?"
She moaned out a bit, her eyes traveling up to his eyes.
"Ohh, neither actually...More of a consent thing, or well...w h e n i w a n t t h a t t o h a p p e n ~...but for more...accurate assumptions...more as...s l a v e, so to speak..~"
"S-So...If I w-won..y-you could've been m-my slave..~?"
"Maaaaaybe..~"
"R-Really..~?"
-Fuck...I could've owned him...now I have to be owned by a hottie..well..not a bad idea..-
"Oh 100 percent...butttt-"
Oh? There's a but in this situation-?
"B-But what..?"
She looked at him.
"I like the Idea of being 'owned' by you...Perhaps I'll let this slide, and let you...become my master...Hehe..~"
