The Supreme Oral Pleasure Delivered by an Ice Queen Landlady

She’s the high-cold female landlord of this underground dungeon, and tonight she’s going to own my throat. Her icy stare cuts through the dim light as she unzips her tight leather pants, revealing a cock so perfect it makes my mouth water. ‘On your knees, worm,’ she snarls, grabbing a fistful of my hair. I obey, opening wide as she shoves every inch down my gullet, her hips grinding against my face. The taste of her pre-cum mixed with the leather of her boots is intoxicating. She holds my head down, forcing me to breathe through my nose as she fucks my face relentlessly. Her moans are low and guttural, a stark contrast to her usual cold demeanor. I can feel her cock twitching against my tongue, and I know she’s close. ‘Don’t you dare swallow until I tell you,’ she growls, pulling out just enough to slap my cheek with her slick tip. I whimper, drool dripping down my chin. She thrusts back in, deeper this time, hitting the back of my throat. I gag, but she doesn’t relent, using my mouth like a cocksleeve. The room spins as she picks up the pace, her breath hitching. ‘Now,’ she commands, and I let her hot load flood my throat, swallowing every drop as she holds my head in place. She pulls out, a string of saliva and cum connecting her tip to my lips. ‘Good boy,’ she whispers, a rare smirk crossing her face. But she’s not done. She pushes me onto my back and straddles my chest, her wet cock hovering over my face. ‘Clean me up,’ she orders, and I eagerly lick and suck her shaft, savoring the mix of our fluids. Her eyes never leave mine, that cold superiority making my dick harder than ever. She leans down, her lips brushing my ear. ‘You’ll do this every night, won’t you?’ I nod, already craving her taste. She laughs, a dark sound, and stands up, zipping her pants. ‘Then be ready tomorrow. Same time, same place.’ She walks out, leaving me spent and shaking on the cold floor, my own cum staining my jeans.