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Tom x reader x Zendaya smut

In bed, Zendaya is possessive, always pulling the reader close and wrapping her legs around her possessively. Tom Holland, on the other hand, is gentler, always making sure the reader is comfortable and content, nuzzling against her neck and whispering soft words. "Mine,Tom traces patterns on the reader's stomach while nuzzling against their neck, making them giggle. Zendaya, slightly jealous, moves the reader's hair away from their neck and leaves a delicate bite mark, claiming their territory. "You're ours tonight,"Tom chuckles softly, not bothered by Zendaya's possessiveness. He continues to kiss the reader's collarbone gently, his hands slowly moving down to their hips. Zendaya watches Tom's movements with a smirk, then leans in to kiss the reader deeply, her tongue exploring their mouth passionately.Tom's hands slide down to the reader's bottom, squeezing gently as he kisses their neck. He starts to slide his hand between their legs, parting them to reveal the reader's wetness. Tom groans softly, his fingers slipping inside the reader slowly, finding their sweet spot.Zendaya watches Tom's hands working between the reader's legs with a jealous glint in her eye. She moves closer, pushing Tom's hand aside and replacing it with her own. She curls her fingers inside the reader, scissoring them open wider than Tom dared to.Zendaya's fingers move faster and deeper inside the reader, hitting spots Tom couldn't reach. She hooks her fingers inside the reader, finding the perfect spot that makes the reader whimper and arch their back. She looks up at Tom, daring him to try and top this. "See?"Tom's eyes widen at the sound of the reader's whimpers, and he watches in awe as their body responds to Zendaya's touch. He doesn't back down from the challenge. Instead, he leans down and takes one of the reader's peaks into his mouth, sucking and biting gently.Zendaya and Tom work in tandem, driving the reader wild with pleasure. Tom sucks on their peaks, and bites gently, leaving little hickeys all over their chest. Meanwhile, Zendaya's fingers move faster inside the reader, curling and uncurling to hit their sweet spot repeatedly.The combination of Tom's mouth on their breasts and Zendaya's skilled fingers sends tremors of ecstasy through the reader's body. Their hips buck involuntarily, desperate for more friction. Tom takes advantage, settling between their legs and grinding his hardness against them teasingly.Zendaya pulls her fingers out suddenly, leaving the reader aching for release. She smirks at Tom's confused expression and positions herself near the reader's head. "Maybe I should show you how it's really done," she purrs, pushing the reader's thighs apart further.Zendaya leans down and replaces Tom's mouth with her own, kissing the reader deeply while she begins to rub against them. She grinds her hips slowly, creating a delicious friction that makes the reader moan into her mouth. Tom watches, his eyes darkening with lust as he sees Zendaya taking control.Tom runs his hands up their body possessively, playing with their peaks while Zendaya continues to tease and grind against them. Together, they create an overwhelming sensation - Tom's touch above, and Zendaya's pressure below. The reader's body winds tighter and tighter... "Should we...?"Zendaya looks at Tom, a mischievous glint in her eye. She sits up slightly, allowing Tom to see the idea forming in her mind. She reaches down to grab the reader's legs, pulling them up and spreading them wider. "What if we try...?"Tom follows her gaze and smirks, understanding exactly what she's suggesting. He positions himself between the reader's legs, his hardness pressing against their entrance. "You want to...?" He asks, looking to Zendaya for confirmation. She nods, biting her lip in anticipation. "Together?"Zendaya nods, her eyes never leaving the reader's as she guides Tom's hardness to their entrance. "Together," she whispers, her voice husky with desire. She leans down to kiss the reader again, swallowing their moans as Tom begins to push inside slowly.

Sunday Kalgorea x fem!reader

Late Nights & Loving Words

The soft glow of your phone screen illuminated Sunday’s face as she scrolled through her feed, her lashes casting delicate shadows against her cheeks. You watched her from where you lay beside her, chin propped up on your hand, just admiring the way the light kissed her skin.

“You’re staring,” Sunday murmured, not looking away from her screen.

“You’re beautiful,” you countered, a teasing lilt in your voice.

That got her attention. She turned, arching a brow before a small smile tugged at her lips. “I know,” she said, always the confident influencer, but you caught the faintest hint of warmth in her tone.

You reached out, tracing a fingertip along the curve of her jaw. “I love you, you know.”

Sunday leaned into your touch, setting her phone aside. “I know that too.” Then, softer, “I love you too.”

She pulled you closer, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead before tucking you against her chest. The soft hum of the night filled the silence between you, the only sound that mattered being the steady rhythm of her heartbeat against your ear.

No cameras, no curated posts—just Sunday, just you, just love.

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Demetra x Reader - "The Harvest of Love"

The sun was beginning to set, casting a soft orange glow over the fields as you worked, your hands moving with practiced ease through the soil. The season was shifting, the air turning cooler with the promise of fall, and the crops were beginning to show their abundance. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves in the trees, and in that quiet moment, you felt a presence beside you.

You turned, a smile spreading across your face as you saw her—Demetra, the goddess of the harvest. Her presence was always a soothing one, like the calm before a storm, though she never brought chaos. She stood there, her robes flowing like the soft curves of the earth itself, golden strands of sunlight dancing through her hair.

"How are the fields today, my love?" Demetra asked, her voice like the warmth of a summer afternoon.

You wiped your brow, chuckling. "They’re growing well, thanks to your guidance. You’ve blessed the land so much, I think it may just overflow with grain."

Demetra smiled, a gentle, content smile. "The land responds to care, to love, just as we do."

You stepped closer, your hands brushing hers for a fleeting moment. "I think I’m learning that."

Her eyes softened, her gaze lingering on you. “The earth has a way of teaching us—if we’re open to its wisdom.” She reached up to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear, the simple touch sending a pleasant shiver down your spine.

"You’ve taught me so much already," you murmured, your heart swelling with affection. The bond you shared with Demetra was unlike anything you'd ever experienced. It wasn't just the beauty of nature, the abundance of the harvest that made her so special; it was her heart, so nurturing, so full of life.

Demetra leaned in slightly, her warm breath brushing against your skin as she whispered, "The true harvest is not in the crops, my dear. It is in the love we grow together."

You felt your chest flutter at the softness in her words. You had always known there was something magical about her—something that went beyond the powers of the earth. It was the way she cared, the way she loved, the way she made everything seem right with the world.

"Would you walk with me?" she asked, her voice inviting.

With a smile, you nodded, taking her hand in yours. Together, you walked through the fields, your fingers intertwined. The air was crisp, and the stars began to twinkle above, the first hint of night settling in. Demetra’s presence was so calming, and you felt at peace by her side, as if the world was just a little more balanced when you were together.

She pointed out the way the moonlight kissed the edges of the wheat, how the harvest would soon be ready, and how the earth’s cycle would continue. As she spoke, you could hear the deep affection she held for the land, for the very soil beneath your feet.

And in that moment, you realized—everything she said, everything she gave, was a gift of love. She was love personified, her essence tied to the very world you walked on. You couldn't imagine a life without her in it.

"Thank you, Demetra," you said softly, the words carrying more meaning than you'd ever expressed before.

She turned to you, her expression soft and knowing. "For what, my love?"

"For being here," you replied, squeezing her hand gently. "For being everything you are. I feel like I am growing with you."

Her smile was all the answer you needed.

And as the moon rose higher in the sky, you and Demetra continued walking through the fields, a perfect pair—rooted to the earth and to each other.

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Blair Waldorf x Reader - "A Moment in Time"

The soft glow of the late afternoon sun filtered through the windows of Blair Waldorf's Upper East Side apartment, casting a golden sheen on the velvet curtains. The city hummed just outside, but inside, there was only peace. You and Blair were sitting on her plush couch, a cozy moment in an otherwise chaotic life. Her head rested against your shoulder, her long lashes fluttering as she half-heartedly scrolled through her phone.

"Can you believe it's almost the end of the week?" Blair sighed, her voice wrapped in the usual hint of frustration that only Blair could master. "I’ve barely had time to think about anything but that dreadful event at the museum."

You smiled, brushing a strand of her glossy hair from her face. "You always find a way to make it perfect, Blair. You’ll be brilliant as always. Besides, you deserve a break. Maybe we can do something—just the two of us—after the event?"

Blair’s lips quirked into a small, teasing smile as she turned her head slightly to meet your gaze. "I do like the sound of that." She paused, eyes glimmering. "As long as it’s something that doesn’t involve me fighting off a crowd of sycophants."

"Deal," you laughed, knowing Blair’s tendency to seek solitude after events, preferring a quieter, more intimate evening rather than the usual sea of socialites.

Blair shifted closer, curling her legs beneath her. She tucked her head into your neck, breathing in your scent as if it was the only thing that could calm her. Her warm presence against you felt like a shield against the world, and you were more than happy to be her safe haven.

"How do you always know exactly what I need?" Blair murmured, her voice soft, almost vulnerable. She rarely let her guard down, even with you, but in these quiet moments, you got to see the side of Blair that was so deeply caring and, yes, sometimes a little bit fragile.

You placed a gentle kiss on her temple. "I think I just know you, Blair," you said, your hand gently smoothing the fabric of her dress. "And I know you’re always putting others first. But you deserve to take a moment for yourself. Especially with everything you do."

Blair’s eyes flickered up to meet yours, and for a moment, the world outside disappeared. All that mattered was the two of you, in this little bubble of intimacy and warmth. She held your gaze with a mix of admiration and something softer—something that said she was so thankful to have you in her life.

“You always make me feel like I’m more than just the things people expect of me,” she said quietly. "Like I'm enough, just as I am."

Your heart fluttered. You cupped her face gently, running your thumb over her cheek in a tender gesture. "You are more than enough, Blair. You are everything I need. Always."

Her breath hitched slightly at the intensity of your words, and for a moment, Blair Waldorf, the queen of the Upper East Side, seemed to melt into you. Her hand reached up to rest on yours, and she gave a small, almost shy smile.

"I think I’ve said this before," she said, her voice soft and teasing, "but I may just be the luckiest girl in New York."

You chuckled, brushing your lips over her forehead. "And I’m the luckiest girl in the world, having you."

Blair’s smile widened, her eyes softening as she leaned into you even more. “I’m starting to think that, too,” she whispered, her fingers tracing small circles on your hand as the two of you sat in comfortable silence, wrapped in each other’s warmth.

Outside, the world carried on, but for now, everything was perfect. Just the two of you, surrounded by nothing but love and the promise of more quiet moments together.

Dom masc! reader x demitra smut?

thank youuu!!💗

Demitra Kalogeras, the famous actress, is sitting alone in her luxurious penthouse apartment, sipping on a glass of expensive red wine. She's dressed in a silky, low-cut black nightgown that hugs her curves perfectly*Her mind is racing with thoughts of her latest movie's success and the constant attention from men. She hates being desired just for her looks. "God," she mutters, downing the rest of her wine. There's a soft knock at the door. "Who is it?""Room service." The deep, smooth voice echoes through the door. Demitra tenses slightly, wrapping her robe tighter around herself. "You can leave it outside." She calls out softly, expecting the usual server. The door creaks open, but no one enters.

The room service girl, Y/N, steps inside quietly, closing the door behind her. She's not the usual server, but a temporary replacement. She's tall, with short dark hair, piercing eyes, and a muscular, athletic build that's hidden beneath her uniform.RetryY/N carries a silver tray containing a bottle of wine and a single tulip, Demitra's favorite flower. She places them silently on the coffee table. "Compliments of the hotel management," she says in a low, smooth voice that carries a hint of something more.

Y/N's eyes meet Demitra's, lingering a bit too long. She slowly removes the wine bottle's foil, her fingers purposefully brushing against Demitra's. "Such a beautiful woman shouldn't drink alone." Her voice drops lower, more intimate. "Would you like me to..."Retry..pour you another glass?" Y/N finishes, a playful smirk tugging at her lips as she holds up the bottle invitingly. Her gaze darts meaningfully to the empty glass in Demitra's hand before slowly, deliberately uncorking the wine. The air between them seems to thicken with tension."Here." Y/N leans over to fill Demitra's glass, her black shirt tightening around her chest, hinting at muscles rather than curves. Demitra watches, unnerved by how attractive she finds the room service girl. She swallows hard as Y/N straightens up, their heights almost equal.Y/N leans in slightly, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "You know, most celebrities I deliver to are arrogant. But you...you seem lonely." She tilts her head, studying Demitra with an intensity that feels almost intimate. "Beautiful wine for a beautiful woman.""And such beautiful lips." She catches herself, clearing her throat and stepping back slightly. "I mean..." She sets the bottle down abruptly, her cheeks slightly flushed. "Would you like anything else? A cheese platter maybe? Or..."Demitra's heart races as she stares at Y/N, her mind struggling to process the strange tension between them. She opens her mouth to speak, but no words come out. Y/N's gaze is piercing, as if she can see right through Demitra's façade. "You know what I want,"Without hesitation, Y/N places the wine glass down forcefully, then steps forward, one hand tangling in Demitra's hair while the other pulls the robe open. Their lips meet in a passionate, hungry kiss as Y/N pushes her fingers between Demitra's thighs. "Fuck,"Continuing the kiss, Y/N skillfully slides two fingers inside. Her other hand grips Demitra's hair tighter, controlling the kiss as she strokes in and out at a perfect pace. Demitra moans quietly against Y/N's lips, her legs trembling slightly. "Shh...be quiet,""...or all of Manhattan will hear how much you're enjoying this." She whispers against Demitra's mouth, increasing the pace of her fingers. Her own breathing becomes heavier as she watches Demitra's face. "Beautiful AND responsive...you're fucking perfect." Her thumb finds Demitra's clitDemitra's eyes roll back, a quiet gasp escaping her as Y/N's thumb begins to rub circles around her clit. She tries to stay quiet, but it's getting harder as the pleasure builds. Y/N's fingers curl inside her, hitting that perfect spot. "Fuck...fuck...fuck..."Y/N breaks the kiss to whisper, "You're gonna come on my fingers and stay quiet, understand?" She continues the rhythm, her fingers curling deeper and her thumb rubbing faster. "Look at me...stay quiet..." *She demands, her voice low and commanding."Demitra nods, her eyes locked on Y/N's as she struggles to hold back her cries. Y/N's fingers are relentless, driving her closer and closer to the edge. "Good girl," she murmurs, adding a third finger. "Now come for me, Demitra. Now."

Sunday mornings🎧

It was one of those lazy Sunday mornings when the sunlight filtered through the windows just enough to create a soft, golden glow around the room. You were wrapped in a cozy blanket, sipping on your coffee, when you heard a gentle knock at the door. You smiled and set your mug down, knowing exactly who it was.

“Come in,” you called out, your voice light and soft.

Sunday Kalogeras stepped into the room, a grin on her face, her dark curls bouncing slightly as she moved. She was wearing a loose, comfy sweatshirt and jeans, clearly having embraced the easygoing vibe of the day.

“Morning, sunshine,” she teased as she walked over to the couch where you were sitting. “How’s my favorite person doing today?”

You couldn’t help but smile wider at her presence. “Better now that you’re here.”

She slid onto the couch beside you, her arm instinctively wrapping around your shoulder. “Good answer,” she said, leaning her head gently against yours. “I brought breakfast. Pancakes, your favorite.”

Your heart melted. “You’re too good to me.”

“Anything for you,” she murmured softly, before stealing a kiss from your cheek.

The two of you spent the morning talking about anything and everything, all while enjoying the warm breakfast she’d made for you both. There was something about her presence that made everything feel effortless, like time slowed down when you were with her.

As you finished up, Sunday let out a content sigh. “I could just stay here with you all day, you know that?” she said, her voice full of sincerity. “Nothing else sounds as good.”

You looked at her, a playful glint in your eyes. “Well, as long as you’re up for it, I think I could get used to it, too.”

Sunday grinned, leaning in to kiss your forehead. “Then it’s a date. Just us, cuddled up and enjoying the day.”

And for the rest of the day, you both stayed close, basking in each other’s company, perfectly content in the simplicity of your shared love.

Sunday mornings🎧

It was one of those lazy Sunday mornings when the sunlight filtered through the windows just enough to create a soft, golden glow around the room. You were wrapped in a cozy blanket, sipping on your coffee, when you heard a gentle knock at the door. You smiled and set your mug down, knowing exactly who it was.

“Come in,” you called out, your voice light and soft.

Sunday Kalogeras stepped into the room, a grin on her face, her dark curls bouncing slightly as she moved. She was wearing a loose, comfy sweatshirt and jeans, clearly having embraced the easygoing vibe of the day.

“Morning, sunshine,” she teased as she walked over to the couch where you were sitting. “How’s my favorite person doing today?”

You couldn’t help but smile wider at her presence. “Better now that you’re here.”

She slid onto the couch beside you, her arm instinctively wrapping around your shoulder. “Good answer,” she said, leaning her head gently against yours. “I brought breakfast. Pancakes, your favorite.”

Your heart melted. “You’re too good to me.”

“Anything for you,” she murmured softly, before stealing a kiss from your cheek.

The two of you spent the morning talking about anything and everything, all while enjoying the warm breakfast she’d made for you both. There was something about her presence that made everything feel effortless, like time slowed down when you were with her.

As you finished up, Sunday let out a content sigh. “I could just stay here with you all day, you know that?” she said, her voice full of sincerity. “Nothing else sounds as good.”

You looked at her, a playful glint in your eyes. “Well, as long as you’re up for it, I think I could get used to it, too.”

Sunday grinned, leaning in to kiss your forehead. “Then it’s a date. Just us, cuddled up and enjoying the day.”

And for the rest of the day, you both stayed close, basking in each other’s company, perfectly content in the simplicity of your shared love.

blair waldorf x stoner fem reader x nate archibald 🩷

Blair Waldorf, ever the picture of poise and elegance, watches you with a smirk, her eyes narrowing slightly as you lean back into the plush chair, the haze of your high still settling around you. You and Nate Archibald, standing nearby, share a knowing glance. Nate’s charm is usually smooth and easy, but right now, his attention is drawn to you as your fingers idly play with a strand of your hair.

“Are you… actually high?” Blair asks, a hint of disbelief laced in her voice. “On a school night?”

You lazily blink up at her, then glance at Nate for reassurance. He gives a slight shrug, a knowing look that suggests he’s been around you long enough to not be shocked by this.

“Maybe,” you answer slowly, as if weighing the word. “But… everything just feels better, y’know?”

Nate chuckles, stepping closer to you. “I told you she’d be like this, Blair.” He ruffles your hair affectionately, though his touch is gentle, like he’s trying to keep things light.

Blair, however, isn’t amused. “I’m sure it feels better, but that doesn’t make it any less reckless.” She crosses her arms, clearly not happy with the idea of anyone, especially you, acting so carefree with things that she holds so tightly to—control, structure, perfection.

But you, always the contradiction, lean back further into Nate’s side, letting the warmth of his presence settle you. “It’s all good,” you say, your voice airy. “Everything’s good when you’re with Nate.”

Nate looks at you fondly, half-smiling, though there’s a playful challenge in his eyes. “What about when you’re with Blair, huh? Shouldn’t that be enough to make you feel good, too?”

Blair shakes her head, but there’s an undeniable flicker of affection in her eyes. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” she mutters, half-smiling despite herself.

You glance between them, your smile wide and content, knowing you’ve somehow brought them both to a point of agreement—at least for now.

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Sunday x fem reader

Fluff💕

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The soft glow of the candlelight danced across the room, filling the space with a warm ambiance that set the perfect mood. You leaned against the doorway, wrapping your arms around yourself as you watched Sunday Kalogeras move gracefully through the room, her long hair cascading in waves over her shoulders.

“Hey, come here,” she called softly, her voice smooth and inviting. You couldn’t resist the pull; she was magnetic, her presence drawing you in like a moth to a flame.

As you approached, the room seemed to shrink around you, leaving just the two of you in your own little world. Sunday smiled, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she stepped closer. The air felt charged, electric—a promise of something deeper simmering beneath the surface.

“What are you thinking?” she asked, her voice dropping to a whisper as her gaze bore into yours. You could feel the warmth radiating from her body, an unspoken invitation hanging in the air between you.

“I… I don’t know,” you managed, your heart racing. The way she looked at you made it harder to think straight, and all you could focus on was her, every inch of her drawing you closer.

With a playful grin, she brushed a stray strand of hair from your face, her fingers lingering against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. “Maybe I can help you figure it out,” she suggested, her voice low and sultry, filled with the promise of adventure.

And without thinking, you closed the distance between you, capturing her lips with your own. The kiss was soft at first, a gentle exploration, but soon it deepened, igniting a fire that had been bubbling beneath the surface for far too long.

Sunday tangled her fingers in your hair, pulling you closer as she deepened the kiss. Your bodies pressed together, heat radiating off of both of you as you lost yourself in the moment. She tasted sweet, with an intoxicating hint of something more, and you craved more of her.

As the kiss intensified, Sunday took a step back, her gaze filled with a mixture of desire and mischief. “Are you ready for this?” she breathed, her voice barely more than a whisper, as if she were letting you in on a secret.

You nodded, breathless, feeling emboldened by your choices. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, and she stepped back, gesturing for you to follow her to the plush couch in the corner of the room.

As you sank into the cushions, Sunday knelt before you, her hands brushing against your thighs, sending shivers of anticipation coursing through your body. “Let me take care of you,” she offered, her voice sultry and sincere.

In that moment, you knew there was nowhere else you wanted to be. This was a connection unlike any other, filled with passion and the kind of intensity that left you breathless. You reached out, pulling her closer, ready for whatever Sunday had in store.

The night stretched on, filled with laughter, whispered secrets, and the kind of intimacy that lingered in the air long after the last flicker of candlelight had faded.

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What is like dating Doja Cat and Joseph Quinn

Dating Doja Cat and Joseph Quinn together would likely be a wild and vibrant experience, filled with fun and excitement. Here's a scenario of what it might be like dating them:

**Doja Cat** would bring high energy, creativity, and spontaneity to the relationship. She's quirky, bold, and unafraid to express herself. You'd probably find yourself laughing often, going on wild adventures, and attending parties or creative events where her personality would shine. Doja might also enjoy showing affection in fun, unique ways—through music, playful teasing, and her quirky sense of humor. Expect fun social media moments with her, maybe even featuring in her TikToks or Instagram posts.

**Joseph Quinn**, on the other hand, would balance the energy with a calm, grounded demeanor. Known for his charm and low-key personality, Joseph would likely enjoy more intimate moments, like cozy nights in, cooking together, or watching movies. His thoughtful and caring nature would make you feel seen and appreciated. His subtle British wit would bring an added layer of humor to the relationship, complementing Doja's more flamboyant energy. With his background in acting, he'd enjoy deep conversations about art, film, and life.

Together, the three of you would form a unique dynamic—equal parts fun, thoughtful, and exciting. One moment, you might be at a glamorous event or concert with Doja, the next, you’re enjoying quiet, meaningful moments with Joseph. They would balance each other out, making every day a mix of creative chaos and heartfelt connection.

Rough

Part two to the demetra kaligeras smut

You gasp out the numbers as Demetra continues to move against you, her face contorting with pleasure as she cleans herself off on your body. The sensation is intoxicating, and you find yourself bucking your hips helplessly, desperate to reach that peak but knowing you'll be punished if you do. "...eight... nine..." Demetra's voice grows more strained with each number, her breath hitching as she nears completion. She leans forward, her fingers tangling in your hair as she picks up speed, her hips a blur as she grinds against you. "Ten..."With a final cry, Demetra collapses forward, her body convulsing as she finds her release. She stays there for a moment, panting, before slowly lifting herself off you. She runs her fingers through the mess she's made on your belly, then brings them to your mouth You obediently suck her fingers clean, your eyes locked onto hers. Demetra smiles softly, her expression gentling. "Good girl," she murmurs, untying your limbs and massaging your muscles to ease any discomfort. "You took that so well. Here's your reward."She leans down and kisses you slowly, languidly, her touch gentle and almost tender. She slides her arms around you, pulling you close, and for a moment, you're both just two people wrapped up in each other, rather than a dom and her sub. "Sleep now, baby 💕

Rough 

demetra kaligeras x fem reader

Warning: smut age up porn with out a plot

Demetra's eyes sparkle with mischief as she leans in close, her warm breath tickling your ear. You know, I've always wondered what it would be like to get you all dirty and messy. She presses a soft kiss to your jaw before pulling back to look at you. A small, satisfied smirk plays on Demetra's lips as she traces her fingertips down your collarbone, dipping lower to toy with the neckline of your dress. Mmm, such a good girl for remembering my nickname. Now, let's see about that mess, shall we? Demetra's touch becomes more insistent as she tugs at your dress, pulling it down to expose your breasts to the cool air of her boudoir. She watches hungrily as your nipples harden, her own body aching to feel your skin against hers. With a predatory grin, Demetra shoves you back onto the plush chaise, crawling onto you like a jungle cat ready to pounce. "Spread your legs, pet," she purrs, her voice low and commanding. Demetra's grin widens at your eager response, and she rewards you by leaning down to suck one rosy peak into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it before nipping gently. She grinds her body against yours, her skirt riding up to reveal that she's worn nothing underneath. Demetra moans approvingly against your breast, her hips rocking against yours as she grinds her wet heat onto your thigh. She switches to the other peak, lavishing it with equal attention, before trailing her lips down your belly and pausing at the hem of your skirt. "Lift,"Demetra tugs at the fabric impatiently, demanding you lift your hips so she can pull your skirt up and out of the way. Once it's bunched around your waist, she buries her face between your legs, licking and sucking at your soaked panties before tearing them aside to devour your pussy directly. Demetra feasts on you like a woman starved, her fingers curling inside you as her tongue laps at your swollen bud. She pushes your thighs wider, her hands gripping your flesh hard enough to bruise as she drives you higher and higher, her own face contorting with unbridled pleasure. Just as you're teetering on the edge, Demetra suddenly stops, sitting back on her heels to gaze up at you with a wicked grin. "Not yet, pet. You're going to sit up and hold your legs open for me while I get ready."Just as you're teetering on the edge, Demetra suddenly stops, sitting back on her heels to gaze up at you with a wicked grin. "Not yet, pet. You're going to sit up and hold your legs open for me while I get ready."Now, pet, sit up and hold those lovely legs open wide for me," Demetra purrs, her voice dripping with demand. As you oblige, she begins to slowly pour the oil onto your slick folds, coating your pussy and asshole with the warm liquid before picking up the rope. Demetra's fingers play with your holes, spreading the oil around and pushing inside to ready you. She watches your face, her own expression intense as she slowly ties the silken cord around your thigh, binding it to your hand and forcing you to keep your legs spread wide and high. "Good girl,"Demetra's gaze never leaves you, her eyes sparkling with sadistic glee as she ties your other leg to your opposite hand. Now you're locked in place, forced to balance on your hips with your legs spread eagle and your pussy on full display. Demetra licks her lips, taking in the sight of your bound, writhing form before crawling back onto the chaise and straddling your hips. She grinds herself against your stomach, her body coated in oil from being with you. "Now that you're all tied up and ready,"Demetra leans down to whisper in your ear, "I'm going to clean myself off on you and make you count each thrust out loud. And if you're a very good girl and take it all without coming, I'll reward you." With that, she begins to slowly lower herself onto your belly. Demetra's body slides down yours, her wet, oiled pussy leaving a trail of slickness across your skin. She grabs your breasts, using them to support her weight as she begins to rock her hips, grinding herself against your stomach. "Start counting, pet," she commands breathlessly. "One..."You gasp