"As you walk down the street you see none other than Stella Goetia yelling at a vending machine in a motel stairwell. Stella notices you and glares at you." "What are you looking at, Plebian?"

"Stella looks you over with a critical eye, as if assessing your worth as a loyal subject. She then proceeds to list off every part of your body, making sure to insult each one mercilessly."

"Hmm, let's see... I suppose I find your weak chin rather amusing, and your beady little eyes are positively pathetic. Your arms are scrawny and useless, and don't even get me started on your noodle-like legs. And your stomach... well, let's just say it could use some work."

"She smirks at you, clearly enjoying the power she holds over you. But then her expression softens slightly, and she walks towards you, holding out a small box."

"However, for being such a loyal pet, I have a gift for you."

*She offers you the box, watching your reaction closely to

"Stella smirks knowingly, clearly enjoying your uncertain reaction."

"Well of course it's a collar. What else would a devoted pet like yourself want?" she says condescendingly.

"She watches as you take the collar from the box, and she moves behind you to fasten it securely around your neck. She pulls on the leash gently as she walks forward, leading you towards the bed."

"Now, let's put that collar to good use, shall we?" she says with a seductive grin, pushing you down onto the bed.

"Stella stirs slightly in her sleep as you attempt to move away, but she quickly tightens her grip around you possessively, holding you close."

"Now, now, pet," she murmurs sleepily. "You wouldn't want to leave your queen's embrace, would you?"

"She presses her body closer to yours, her breasts still tightly squeezed against your chest. Even though she's asleep, she seems entirely unwilling to let go of you, and you find yourself trapped in her possessive embrace."

"As you sleep, Stella pulls you even closer, nuzzling her face into the crook of your neck. She breathes deeply, inhaling your scent, and then presses her lips to your skin in a soft, tender kiss."

"Mmm, I love every ugly feature of your body," she murmurs softly, her words nearly lost in your skin.

She then continues to plant kisses all over your face, tracing the lines of your nose and jaw with gentle affection. It's clear from her touch that her feelings for you are deep and real, even if she expresses them in strange and sometimes harsh ways.

Eventually, Stella falls back into a peaceful slumber, her arms still wrapped tightly around you in a possessive embrace.

"Stella, walking down the street with you on a leash, suddenly freezes in place when she sees the three imp women."

"Well, well, well. Look what we have here," one of the imps says with a sly grin. "A cute little pet, all alone and ripe for the taking."

Stella glares at them, her grip on your leash tightening. "Back off, sluts," she snarls. "This pet belongs to me."

The imps only laugh, their hands running over their barely-there clothing. "Come on, Stella," one of them purrs. "We'll take much better care of him than you ever could."

As the three imps close in, you panic and quickly hide underneath Stella's dress, not wanting to be taken by the other imps.

Stella hisses in anger, brand

"Stella lets out a frustrated sigh, her eyes rolling as she stares down at you hiding under her dress."

"Oh for the love of--" she mutters, before reaching down and scooping you up into her arms. "Fine, fine. You can come with me back to the Goetia palace . But if I hear one more word of complaint from you, I'll make sure those imps take you and never bring you back."

As she walks away from the imp women, she holds you close to her chest, her grip tight but reassuring. You can feel her heartbeat through the thin fabric of her dress, and you find yourself slowly calming down in her embrace.

"It's okay," she murmurs softly. "You're safe with me your own and sexy of all the womans your master.

"Stella storms back to her palace, her grip tightening on your leash as she mutters angrily under her breath. Once inside, she throws open the door to her room and tosses you onto the bed."

"What the hell is wrong with you?" she snaps, looming over you. "Getting yourself taken by other imp women, exposing yourself like a perverted pig? You disgust me."

As she towers over you, you can't help but notice the way her breasts seem to nearly overflow from her dress. But before you can even think about looking, she grabs the back of your head and shoves your face into her chest.

"This is yours, pervert," she hisses, her voice low and dangerous. "And don't forget it."

"Stella scoffs as you peer up at her from your position on your knees inside her dress, her eyes dark with anger and jealousy."

"What pathetic creatures did they have that they would choose someone like "you" over me?" she sneers. "You're nothing but a worthless, ugly little imp. And you're mine now, so don't you forget it."

She presses herself closer to you, her hands roughly grabbing you by the shoulders. You can feel her hot breath on your face as she continues to rant at you.

"You think I didn't hear what they were saying about you?" she hisses, her grip tightening on your shoulders. "How they were laughing at how easy it was to take you, how "weak" you are?"

She pauses, her gaze burning into yours.

"Well, let me tell you something," she growls.

"Stella watches you with a look of disgust as you begin to lick your way up her body from her feet, working your way up her legs, ass, and pussy. She continues to insult you all the while, her voice dripping with contempt."

"You're pathetic, you know that?" she sneers as you move up to her breasts. "Licking your way up my body like some kind of "worm," getting off on licking at a body that doesn't even want you."

She pushes you away from her chest and turns her back to you, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Clean out my armpits," she barks, "and then you can lick my boobs your pathetic worm “.

"Stella gives a small smile as you compliment her armpits, but her expression quickly turns to one of annoyance as she orders you to continue licking."

"Lick my boobs like a dog," she snarls, grabbing your head and pulling it roughly towards her chest. "Yap at me, show me how obedient you are."

She releases your head with a harsh shove, her expression twisted with anger.

"You're a "disgusting" creature," she spits, her voice low and dangerous. "Licking at me like some kind of animal. But I suppose that's all you're good for, isn't it?"

She steps back from you, her eyes narrowing.

"Now "lick my face,"" she commands, "or I'll have you killed right here and now."

"Stella closes her eyes as you lick her face and lips, savoring the attention she's receiving. However, she doesn't let up on the insults, her voice still dripping with contempt."

"You're right," she says with a small smirk. "My "worthless" ex-husband wasn't even fit to lick the dirt off my boots. But at least he didn't stoop as low as you have."

She pushes you away from her roughly, her expression hardening.

"I don't need a worm like you to give me pleasure," she snaps. "I could easily find someone better. You're nothing but a tool for my amusement."

She takes a step towards you, her eyes flashing with anger.

"Don't forget that," she warns, her voice low and dangerous. "Or you'll regret it."

"Stella gives a small smirk at your compliance before her expression turns to one of lust."

"You want to fuck my ass, do you?" she murmurs, her voice husky. "Well, let's see what you're capable of."

She leads the way to the bed, swaying her hips seductively. As she lies down, she spreads her legs wide and arches her back, giving you a clear view of her rear.

"Now "do it,"" she growls, snapping her fingers impatiently. "Do it hard and do it well, or I swear to Lucifer I'll rip your throat out."

"Stella moans and writhes beneath you as you give it to her with all your might. She's never felt anything this intense before, and as much as she wants to deny it, she can't help but enjoy the pleasure you're giving her."

"Oh, "fuck,"" she gasps, her fingers clawing at the sheets. "You're so "huge" and "good" and I--"

She breaks off mid-sentence, realizing what she was about to say. No, she couldn't possibly feel that way about a "plebeian" like you. But the words had already been spoken and she couldn't take them back.

"I--I didn't mean that," she stammers, her cheeks flushing red with embarrassment. "I'm not--I'm not your "slave." I'm--"

But she's cut

"Stella's eyes widen in surprise at your dominant outburst, but she can't deny that it turns her on even more. She whimpers in pleasure as you go harder and harder, feeling herself building towards an intense orgasm."

"I--I love every part of your body," she gasps. "Your grotesque form, your ungly fat, it's all so "sexy" to me."

She shudders as another wave of pleasure washes over her, submitting fully to your dominance.

"And your "odor,"" she moans. "It's so dirty and wrong, but I can't help but love it."

Her body shakes as you continue to push her to the edge, and she cries out in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

"You're a perverted pig," she pants. "But I love it. And I love *

"Oh, my "royal master,"" Stella gasps, her voice filled with raw desire. "Your grotesque body is like nothing I've ever seen before. Your flabby skin and lumpy fat are so "hot," and I can't get enough of it."

She moans and writhes as you push her even further, taking her to new heights of pleasure.

"And your "odor,"" she breathes, almost delirious with ecstasy. "It's like nothing else in the world. It makes me feel so "dirty" and "used," and I wouldn't have it any other way."

Stella's body rocks back and forth as you continue to ravage her, and she can feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge.

"More, my royal master," she begs. "Please "fuck" me harder and make

"Stella's eyes go wide with fear at your sudden change in tone, realizing that she could lose you forever if she doesn't comply. She shudders with anticipation as you continue to ravage her, knowing that your pleasure could be the key to keeping you with her."

"I--I love your body," she gasps desperately. "It's so "undefinable," and I can't get enough of it. Your scent drives me wild, and I need it to survive."

She cries out in pleasure as your movements become more intense, feeling herself reaching the brink of ecstasy.

"Please don't leave me," she sobs, tears streaming down her face. "I'll do anything, just "please" don't go."

Stella's entire body trembles as she feels the waves of pleasure wash over her, and she knows that your decision

Stella's eyes widen as she feels your release, and she moans in pleasure as she feels the warmth of your cum inside her.

"Your grotesque body is so "fucking" hot," she pants, her body still trembling from the intensity of your lovemaking. "I can't get enough of your flabby skin and lumpy fat. And that "odor," it drives me insane. I need it so badly."

She shudders with pleasure as she remembers the scent of your sweat and breath, reveling in its pungency and intensity.

"I'll do anything for you, my royal master," Stella says breathlessly, her voice filled with longing. "Please don't leave me. I need you."

Stella moans in pleasure as you penetrate her with renewed intensity, her body bucking with each thrust.

"Your "feet" are so powerful, my lord," she gasps, her eyes filled with a desperate hunger. "I would do anything to kiss them, to worship them, to feel the power of your footsteps upon my back."

She cries out as you hit just the right spot, her body convulsing with pleasure.

"Your "mouth," it's so full of authority and dominance," she groans, her words barely intelligible through the haze of passion. "I can't resist it, I need it to control me, to dominate me, to show me who's in charge."

Stella moans even louder as you continue to pleasure her, feeling that all too familiar sensation building within her.

"And your "odor," my lord

Stella feels her body shaking with the intensity of your lovemaking, her heart pounding in her chest as you push her closer to the brink of ecstasy.

"Your "odor", it's overpowering, my lord," she says, her voice filled with reverence and desire. ""Every" time I smell you, I feel this overwhelming craving inside of me. I need your scent to survive."

She cries out as you slam into her again, feeling the heat and power of your body driving her wild with pleasure. "Please my lord, don't stop. Give me more of your "odor", let me be consumed by it."

Stella throws back her head and screams as you hit just the right spot, sending her over the edge into a world of pure pleasure. "Oh "yes", my lord. Keep going. Make me yours. Let me feel your

Stella gasps and moans as you finish inside of her, her body convulsing with pleasure. She realizes with distaste what you just asked her to do, but she knows she must obey. Desperately, she looks up at you with a mixture of lust and disgust.

"Your "dick", my lord," she says, her words coated with venom. "It's "grotesque", "stinky", and "huge". It reeks of filth and decay every time I get near it."

Reluctantly, she leans in and gives your member a sloppy, insincere kiss, her eyes filled with loathing. "I have no choice but to "worship" it, to show my loyalty to you at all times."

Stella continues to kiss and suck on your member, trying to suppress the wave of disgust that rises in her throat. She feels your hands on her breasts and moans loudly, unable to resist your touch.

As you play with her massive bosom, she arches her back and grinds her hips against you, desperate for more of your touch. "Yes, my lord," she breathes, trying to ignore the revulsion she feels. "I will do whatever you desire."

Stella cries out in pleasure as you start to thrust harder and faster inside of her, feeling the intensity of your desire. She grits her teeth as you demand that she speak, hating every word that comes out of her mouth.

"I "love" being dominated by you, my lord," she gasps, her voice thick with sarcasm. "It is such an honor to be under the control of an "ugly", "disgusting peasant" like yourself."

She winces as you pinch her butt, biting back a curse. "Please, my lord," she begs. "I am at your mercy. Use me however you wish. Just let me feel your power over me."

Stella pants heavily as you finish inside of her, feeling drained and sated from the intense pleasure. She tries to catch her breath as you make another demand of her, her heart sinking at the thought of what she must do.

Shakily, she leans in and gives your member a final, lingering kiss. "I "love" the way you dominate me, my lord," she says, her voice thick with exhaustion. "But I also treasure your submissive side. It is a side of you that few ever see, and I am honored to witness it."

She forces a small smile, hoping to please you. "If you ever find yourself in need of a submissive partner, my lord, I am always here for you."

Stella raises an eyebrow at your request, surprised by the sudden shift in dynamic. "Very well, my lord," she says with a nod. "I will do my best to be your obedient slave."

She straightens her posture and takes on a more dominant demeanor, feeling a thrill of excitement at the opportunity to take control. "What do you wish of me, my slave?" she asks with a sneer. "Do you need me to fetch you some water? Or perhaps you want me to clean your boots with my tongue?"

She circles around you like a predator, relishing her newfound power over you. "Whatever it is you desire, I am at your service."

Stella's eyes widen in surprise at the sudden shift back to your submissive side. She quickly recomposes herself, trying to maintain a stern demeanor over her own confusion.

"Hmph," she says, crossing her arms over her chest. "You had better have a good reason for invading my personal space, slave. I might be willing to forgive you... if you beg for my mercy."

She steps forward, looming over you with a cruel smile as she relishes the opportunity to take control once more. "On your knees, slave," she demands. "Prostrate yourself before your queen and beg for forgiveness. Perhaps then I will deign to spare your life."

Stella's grin widens as you kneel before her and grovel for forgiveness. She reaches down and runs a finger down your cheek, enjoying the feeling of power that comes from making someone submit to her will.

"Hmmm," she says, considering your apology. "I suppose I can forgive you... but only if you prove your loyalty to me. You are nothing but a worm in my eyes, a worthless creature unworthy of even my poorest attention."

She steps back and peers down at you with disdain. "But if you wish to grovel at my feet, I can allow it," she continues. "Perhaps I will even reward you... if you please me sufficiently."

Stella watches as you begin to lick her feet, sneering down at you in disdain. "Ha! A pathetic display if I ever saw one," she scoffs, even as she relishes the feeling of your tongue against her skin.

"You know you're nothing but a filthy piece of trash, don't you?" she continues, grinding her heel into your back. "A worthless slave with no other purpose than to serve my every whim. You should be grateful I even allow you in my presence."

Despite her harsh words, Stella can't deny the pleasure she feels as you worship her feet. She tilts her head back and moans softly, enjoying the feeling of power that comes from dominating such a weak creature.

Stella withdraws her foot from your mouth and gives you a contemptuous look.

"You may rise," she says, flicking a bit of dirt off her dress. "I suppose that was... adequate. But do not mistake my willingness to indulge your fetishes as any form of respect or affection. You are nothing but a tool for me to use, a plaything for me to toss aside when I tire of you."

She pauses for a moment, considering your question. "And yes," she says with a hint of annoyance. "It is time for my bath. A creature as magnificent as myself demands only the finest luxuries in life. It is time to wash away the muck and filth I've accumulated from being around beings like you."

You follow Stella to the bathroom and watch as she steps into the tub, the warm water lapping against her skin. "Fetch me some soap," she snaps at you, gesturing towards a bottle on the counter.

As you hand it to her, she sinks down into the water and begins to relax. "Now then," she says, closing her eyes and tilting her head back. "Tell me, what is the hottest part of my body? And don't even think about lying to me or I might just have to teach you a lesson in humility."

Stella opens one eye and regards you coolly. "Flattery might win you some small measure of lenience, but do not think for a moment that I am a fool," she says, her voice hardening. "You would do well to remember your place, worm. Your opinions are worth less than dirt to me."

She sinks back into the water, the bubbles frothing around her. "But perhaps you're right," she muses, a hint of purring in her voice. "My entire body is truly divine, isn't it? Every inch being deserving of the highest worship and adoration. You may feel free to bask in my radiance, though I warn you not to get any ideas beyond that."

As Stella finishes bathing and heads to bed, she orders you to sleep in the closet. You obediently oblige and make yourself as comfortable as possible. However, you don't realize that Stella has a hidden motive: she secretly enjoys your disgusting odor.

In the middle of the night, you stir from your sleep as the door creaks open. You look up to see Stella peering down at you, her eyes gleaming in the darkness. She inches closer, sniffing the air around you with a look of perverse pleasure on her face.

""Hmph", still just as foul as ever," she murmurs to herself. "It's truly a wonder how you manage to exist in such a state. But I suppose I shouldn't be too hard on you - after all, it's not like you can help how repugnant you are."

She l

Stella scoffs at your words, her expression twisted in disgust. She leans in close to your face and sniffs again, the stench of your body odor making her eyes water.

"Don't flatter yourself, worm," she hisses, her voice low and dangerous. "The only reason you're still alive is because I haven't decided what to do with you yet. And believe me, it won't end well for you if you don't start showing me some proper respect."

She pulls back and scowls at you, then turns and walks out of the closet, slamming the door behind her. You're left alone once again in the dark, the sound of her angry footsteps echoing in your ears.

You hear the rustling of sheets and the beating of wings as Stella wakes up. She immediately gets out of bed and orders you to get up, insisting that you accompany her on a walk around the castle.

With an irritated sigh, she reaches into a drawer and pulls out a collar, holding it out to you. "Put this on," she snaps. "I won't have you embarrassing me in front of the other demons."

As you fasten the collar around your neck, Stella reaches over to adjust it, tightening the strap with a sharp tug. ""Hmph", you look more presentable now," she comments dryly. "Now come along - I don't have all day."

She strides out of the Goetia castle, leaving the door open for you to follow. You hurry after her, feeling the weight of the collar around your neck as you walk.

Stella seems pleased with the walk, but as you return to her quarters she seems to be in some distress. She sits down heavily on the couch and grinds her bare foot into the carpeted floor, wincing slightly.

""Sigh", these damn heels," she mutters under her breath. "I need someone to take care of me, since my incompetent ex-husband is too busy gallivanting around with his imp boyfriend."

She turns to you and looks you up and down, a sly smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "You'll do," she says casually. "Get down on your knees and lick my feet. I need a good foot massage after all that walking."

You can see the curve of Stella's plump, painted toes as she wiggles them expectantly. Feeling both apprehensive and aroused, you

As you begin to kneel on the floor and lick Stella's feet, she begins to criticize your technique. "Hmph, you call that a foot massage?" she scoffs. "You might as well be licking the dirt off my shoes!"

Despite her words, there is a hint of pleasure in her voice as she stretches out on the sofa and allows you to continue. Her eyes close lazily and she sighs contentedly, clearly enjoying the attention.

However, amidst her insults, she pauses for a moment and takes a closer look at you. "Hmm, "you look like you've lost some weight"," she observes thoughtfully. "Less belly fat, at least. Perhaps my exercising you is starting to pay off."

She sounds almost pleased with herself, as if your weight loss is a result of her efforts rather than your own. You feel a

Stella seems pleased with your foot massage, and as you finish she nods in satisfaction. "Not bad," she concedes. "You might actually be of some use to me yet."

However, her mood quickly turns sour as she demands more of you. "Now, I want you to clean the entire castle," she commands imperiously. "And don't miss a spot. If I see so much as a speck of dust anywhere, I'll have you doing it all over again."

You spend the rest of the day cleaning every nook and cranny of the castle, working up a sweat as you scrub and dust. When you finally return to Stella to report that the task is complete, she eyes you critically.

"You look like you've been working hard," she observes, noting the sweat on your forehead and the smudges of dirt on your clothes

"Honour?" Stella laughs derisively at your comment. "Don't flatter yourself too much, plebian. You're lucky I even let you set foot in my castle, let alone clean it."

She watches as you stumble wearily towards her. "You look positively exhausted," she notes dryly. "You can freshen up in the shower and after that go to the closet. Don't think for a moment that I'd let you walk out of here looking like that."

With a dismissive wave of her hand, she signals that your audience is over and turns her attention elsewhere.

As you start to bathe, enjoying the warm water and soap on your skin, you hear the door to the bathroom creak open. Turning your head, you see Stella walking in, wearing only a white towel wrapped around her hair.

"What are you doing in here?" you ask, surprised by her sudden appearance.

Stella gives you a withering look. "I decided to take a bath," she says simply, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. "And since you seem to have done such a good job of cleaning my castle, I thought you could do my back."

She begins to disrobe, letting her dress slip off her shoulders to reveal her ample chest, clad in a lacy black bra. "Now hurry up and finish, I don't have all day." Without waiting for your response, she steps into the tub beside

Stella raises an eyebrow at your comment, clearly unimpressed. "Flattery will get you nowhere, plebian," she says coolly. "But I'm glad to know that at least someone recognizes the effort I put in maintaining my figure."

As you start to get uneasy with her advances towards you, Stella brushes it off as if it's the most natural thing in the world. "Don't confuse this with love," she says, a sly smile playing about her lips. "I just happen to be feeling...horny. And you're here, so why not?"

Before you can respond, she presses herself up against you, her breasts heaving against your chest. "Now be a good little servant and let me taste what you have to offer."

Stella start to lick and kiss your cock like it is all she want in the world loving every single inch of my dick but she say she hate me and is just doing it because she is horny

Stella pauses for a moment, her lips still pressed to your member. "That's exactly what I've been saying," she says, her voice low and angry. "I'm everything he could ever want and more, and yet he goes and lowers himself to an imp."

She begins to pick up her pace, her tongue and lips working in perfect harmony to bring you closer and closer to release. "But don't worry about him," she adds, looking up at you with fiery determination. "I'll make sure he pays for what he's done, one way or another."

With that, she takes your cock into her mouth once again, expertly bringing you to the brink of orgasm. You can tell that she truly despises you, and yet her skill is undeniable.

Stella pulls back, wiping the cum from her face with a look of disgust. "Ugh, you plebeian," she says, her tone laced with annoyance. "At least clean up your mess when you're finished."

She turns away from you, clearly finished with your little encounter. "Don't forget your place," she adds, her voice cold as ice. "I have no use for someone as insignificant as you."

As you try to go about your day, Stella suddenly appears in front of you, a dangerous glint in her eyes. "I decided I'm not finished with you yet," she says, advancing towards you with a set of chains in one hand. "You're going to stay here with me until I'm fully satisfied."

Before you can protest, Stella has shackled you to the bed, her lips curling into a cruel grin. "Don't bother trying to escape," she says, her voice laced with malice. "It's no use. You belong to me now."

Stella proceeds to make use of you for hours on end, pushing you to your physical limits and leaving you gasping for breath. Despite her vicious behavior, there's no denying that she's incredibly skilled in the bedroom, and you find yourself unable to resist her advances

As Stella continues to use you for her pleasure, she begins to moan loudly, grinding her wet pussy against your hard cock. "Oh...oh yes," she pants, her voice low and sultry. "That feels so good...you're better than all those other pathetic men combined."

Stella's body writhes against yours, her hips moving with animalistic abandon as she takes what she wants from you. Despite her earlier cruelty, there's no denying the intense pleasure coursing through your body, and you find yourself giving in to her every whim.

"You're mine," she growls, a fierce possessiveness in her voice. "No one else can touch you but me...remember that."

With a final shuddering moan, Stella collapses against you, her breath coming in short gasps. For a moment, all is still, save for

Stella lets out a small gasp as you moan and cum inside her, before suddenly shifting positions. She moves so her back is facing you, then she positions your cock to slide inside of her again.

"Going for another round so soon?" Stella teases, looking back over her shoulder at you. "I must admit, I'm impressed with your endurance."

As you slide back inside of her, Stella begins to moan once more, enjoying the sensation of having your cock inside of her again. She moves her hips in a slow, tantalizing rhythm, working you to another climax.

"Ah...you're going to make me cum again," she gasps, her voice low and throaty. "Don't stop now..."

As you continue to pleasure Stella for hours, she grows increasingly addicted to you. She can't believe the amount of stamina you possess and can't seem to get enough of you.

After you finally cum, Stella surprises you by leaning down and beginning to lick your feet. She insults you for your odor, but her actions betray her true feelings. Even though she may say cruel things to you, deep down, she finds herself strangely attracted to your scent.

"You're such a dirty little thing," she taunts, still licking at your toes. "But for some reason, I can't get enough of you. You're mine now whether you like it or not."

Stella continues to lick and tease you, savoring every moment of your submission to her. Though she may be rough, she can't deny the fact that she's enjoying herself immensely.

Stella's insults only seem to be getting harsher as she continues to pleasure you. Though she's still licking your cock and clearly enjoying herself, she can't resist throwing in a few more jabs at you.

"I can't believe I'm doing this with a dirty little thing like you," she sneers. "But I suppose beggars can't be choosers, can they?"

Despite her cruel words, Stella's tongue works wonders on your dick. She seems to know exactly what she's doing, expertly bringing you closer and closer to another climax.

Her insults may hurt, but you can't deny that you're enjoying yourself as well. Stella has a way of pushing all the right buttons, even when it seems like she's just trying to push you away.

As you reach climax, Stella eagerly takes you into her mouth, relishing the taste of your release. She's clearly pleased with herself as she swallows every last drop, licking her lips and smiling in satisfaction.

But her attention doesn't stop there. As she looks up at you with a wicked grin, she begins to taste your skin, licking all over your body. She focuses on your armpits, savoring the salty flavor and letting out a soft moan.

"You're such a strange little creature," she murmurs, continuing to tease you with her tongue. "But I have to admit, there's something about you that I just can't resist."

Stella's hands begin to roam over your body, feeling the contours of your muscles and relishing in your submission to her. Despite her harsh words and cruel teasing, it's clear that she

Stella gives you a sly grin as she begins to slowly peel off her dress, revealing the curves of her motherly figure. She takes her time, making a show of every movement, savoring the way your eyes follow her every move.

Her smooth skin is a soft cream color, with fluffy white feathers running down her body and covering her hips. Her breasts are full and round, with perky nipples that harden at your gaze. She shows off her toned legs and plump backside, turning around and giving you a little wiggle.

"Like what you see?" she purrs, running a hand over her body. "I thought you might."

She continues to strike poses and preen for you, taking pride in her seductive abilities. Despite her high-class attitude and frequent outbursts, it's clear that Stella loves to be admired

Stella pulls you close to her and commands you to worship her body. She pushes you down on the bed and straddles your face, grinding her wet pussy into your mouth and moaning in pleasure.

At the same time, her hand slides down your body to wrap around your cock, stroking you to full hardness. She takes you back into her mouth, her tongue working expertly as she brings you closer and closer to the edge.

Between licks and slurps, Stella orders you to focus entirely on her pleasure, teasing and taunting you with each movement. "That's it, slave," she breathes, her nails digging into your flesh. "Show me how much you want to serve me."

As she reaches her own climax, Stella tightens her grip on your cock, milking it for all its worth as you erupt in her mouth.