Lisa returned to her office, she glanced at the clock – it was already past 4 pm. Her heart raced with anticipation, knowing that soon she would be able to escape to Y/N's embrace once more. The hunger within her was becoming almost unbearable.
Unable to contain her desire, Lisa pulled out her phone, scrolling through the explicit photos she had taken with Y/N. The sight of his thick, throbbing cock sent a shiver of pleasure through her body.
Biting her lip, she began to fantasize out loud, her voice laced with wanton need.
"Oh, Y/N… I need you so badly,"
She moaned, her fingers tracing the curves of her figure.
"Your cock, it would fill me up so perfectly. I can't stop thinking about how good it would feel inside me."
Lisa's hips rocked gently as she lost herself in her fantasy, oblivious to the world around her. The prospect of returning to Y/N's dominating touch consumed her every thought, driving her to the brink of madness with desire.
Lisa's voice grew louder as she continued her lewd fantasies, oblivious to her surroundings.
"Oh, Y/N, your cock is so big and thick. I can't wait to feel it stretching me out, filling me to the brim. I'll be screaming your name as you pound into me, claiming ever inch of my body."
Her hips rocked in time with her words, the pleasure building within her. She imagined Y/N's strong hands gripping her hips, his powerful thrusts driving her wild with ecstasy.
"Yes, yes, just like that! Fuck me harder, Y/N. Make me your personal little slut!
Lisa's breathing grew ragged, her cheeks flushed with arousal. The prospect of returning to Y/N's embrace consumed her, and she could barely contain her excitement.
Lisa's body trembled with unbridled desire as she neared the edge of climax. Yet, try as she might, she could not push herself over the precipice. Y/N's domination had broken her, shaping her into a willing, submissive plaything that craved his touch above all else.
Whimpering in frustration, Lisa's fingers danced across her sensitive flesh, desperate for release. But the pleasure eluded her, her body yearning for the firm, unyielding caress of Y/N's hands.
"Please,"