Clean Up Boy: A Nobel Position

Clean up boy has to clean up

My dear clean up boy, I can see the adoration in your eyes as you gaze at me, and I must say, it’s intoxicating. You’re drawn to me like a moth to a flame, and I’m more than happy to be the one holding the match. As a femme fatale, I’ve honed my skills in the art of seduction, and I know exactly how to wrap you around my finger.

You see, I’m a dominant woman, a force to be reckoned with. My beauty is more than skin-deep, it’s a potent cocktail of intelligence, wit, and a hint of danger. My lips are luscious, my curves are tantalizing, and my eyes seem to bore into your very soul. You can’t help but be drawn to me, like a ship to a siren’s song.

As your mistress, I demand obedience, and you’re more than happy to comply. You’re my clean up boy, after all, and it’s your job to cater to my every whim. You’ll do anything to please me, to earn my approval, and I must say, it’s a heady feeling. The power dynamic between us is palpable, and I can feel your desire to submit to me, to surrender to my every command.

Clean up boy, get to work!

But don’t think for a moment that I’m cruel or heartless. Oh no, my dear clean up boy, I’m a complex creature, full of contradictions. I’m a badass, a rebel, a woman who takes what she wants when she wants it. But I’m also fiercely loyal, and I’ll protect you with every fiber of my being.

As you go about your duties, cleaning the sweet cum between my lips, catering to my every need, I can see the excitement in your eyes.  And I must say, it’s a turn-on for me too. The way you look at me, with such adoration and desire, it’s like fuel for my fire.

And then, of course, there’s the main event. My stud, my lover, my fuck toy, he’s the one who gets to indulge in my carnal pleasures. He’s the one who gets to fuck me, to pound me, to make me scream with pleasure. And when he’s done, when he’s cum inside me, that’s when your job really begins.

You see, my dear clean up boy, it’s your job to clean me up, to lick my lips, to savor the taste of my stud’s cum. You’ll take your tongue, and you’ll gently lap up the remnants of our passion, making sure that I’m spotless, that I’m pristine. It’s a task that requires finesse, that requires attention to detail, and I know that you’re up to the task.

Finish your job…

As you lick my lips, as you taste the salty sweetness of my stud’s cum, I can feel your excitement, your arousal.  The way you look at me, with such desire, such longing, it’s like a spark to my flame.

So, my dear clean up boy, don’t be afraid to get down on your knees, to get to work. Lick my lips, clean me up, and make sure that I’m ready for the next round. My stud will be back, and when he is, we’ll do it all again. And you’ll be there, waiting, watching, and cleaning up after us, like the good little clean up boy that you are.

Now, go, my dear, and don’t forget to call your mistress. I’ll be waiting for you, patiently, like a spider waiting for her prey. And when you return, we’ll continue our little game, our dance of dominance and submission. It’s a game I always win, and you always lose, but don’t worry, you’ll enjoy every minute of it.

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