Yes My Queen 2

She walks over, tits swaying, and shoves the ball gag between my teeth. The leather straps pull tight behind my head. My jaw’s locked open, tongue useless, drool already sliding down my chin. I can’t speak, but I don’t need to. She knows I’m hers. She shoves me back onto the mattress and straddles my face. No teasing—just wet heat settling over my mouth, her thighs clamping my cheeks. I can’t see much beyond the pale undersides of her breasts hanging heavy above me. I lick. That’s all I can do, and it’s exactly what she wants. She grinds down harder, hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles, clit rubbing wet against my tongue while she moans low and steady. When she finally lifts off, my face is slick. She moves down, straddles my hips, and I feel the cold press of the chastity cage still locked around my cock. She unlocks it. Metal clicks, then the cage slides away. Blood rushes in. I’m hard instantly, throbbing and exposed. Syren grips my shaft, lines it up, and sinks down without a word. Her pussy’s slick, tight, hot around me. She starts to ride—short, sharp drops of her hips that slap skin on skin. Her tits bounce heavy with each thrust, nipples dark and tight. From where I’m pinned I watch every inch of her: the stretch of her cunt swallowing me, the spread of her ass cheeks when she leans forward, the way her body owns every movement. She fucks like it’s hers to use, like my cock is nothing more than a tool she’s claiming. Her pace picks up. She plants her palms on my chest and slams down faster, breath coming sharp. I feel her walls clamp and flutter. She comes with a low growl, hips jerking once, twice, before she slows to a grinding halt. She stays there, pussy pulsing around me, deciding what happens next. I wait, aching, throbbing inside her, ball gag still stretching my mouth. She hasn’t given permission yet.