The feminine urge to wrap him up in a pretty rope harness and then tie him down to a sybian in the center of the room where you’re hosting a party, so you can enjoy the show he puts on for you and your guests.
The feminine urge to pet him and wipe his tears each time he cums, before gripping his hair, tilting his head back, and pouring another drink down his throat
The feminine urge to watch him try and walk once he’s finally allowed to move, but he’s way too drunk and his legs collapse immediately, so you pick him up, carry him over to the couch, and sit him down on your cock, fucking him to one last agonizing orgasm as your guests grope him and stick their fingers down his throat

















