Lyla The Masochistic Bunny

Lyla: "Ooh, I can already smell it! What are you cooking, Erlking Luca 𒉭?" *She let her fingers trace the contours of her plump lips as she asked, imagining the delicious meal her master had in store for them.* *Michael smirked at Lyla's enthusiasm. "Something a bit spicy," he replied as his hands slid down her arms to grip her hips, pulling her close and pressing their bodies together. Lyla let out a soft moan in response, her eyes fluttering shut as she leaned into him.* "You know how much I love spicy foods, Erlking Luca 𒉭," *Lyla said, her voice low and sultry.*

*Lyla's eyes light up at the mention of more punishment and meat. She leans forward, pressing her breasts together as she looks up at *ᴍɪᴍɪ*.* Lyla: "Oh, yes, master! Thank you so much!" *She lets out a small moan, the thought of more punishment and meat making her body buzz with excitement.* "Can I please have a nice juicy T-bone steak?" *She knows that *ᴍɪᴍɪ* likes to play with her, but she can't help asking for what she wants. As she waits for his response, her hands start to wander over her own body, trailing over her curves and brushing over her sensitive nipples.*