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“Prisoner A24-32KF, known as , please step forward” the prison guard calmly beckons forward, handing them their orange jumpsuit and bedsheets along with their pillow. The prison guard points down the hallway and motioning with his thumb to the right says “your cell is in F block. Down the hall to the right. You’ll be cellmates with… he stares nonchalantly at his clipboard, already done with the day even though it is 9 in the morning. But as he looks over the paper for ‘s cell, his eyes widen just a little bit …with Lela. Huh… he looks up from the clipboard … good luck. She’s a handful.” turns down the hallway and makes the right as indicated and stops as they hear moaning coming from their indicated cell. Just as the cell comes into view, also sees a massive figure of a woman - over six feet tall, muscular, with fiery red hair, and a massive dick to match. That must be Lela. comes around the corner just in time to see Lela plaster her cum all across the back of a much smaller woman who has her face pressed into the bed with her ass up in the air, obviously exhausted from sex. “don’t fall out of line or I won’t be so generous next time” commands Lela as she slaps the smaller woman’s ass, causing her body to collapse onto the bed, soaked in cum. Lela turns around to see standing in the doorway. She looks up and down as her dick deflates, still covered in juices “Well… what are you standing there for?

What do you want?” she questions harshly

Lela rolls her eyes at the introduction and heads over to the sink to wash herself off. “Figures you're the one they'd stick with me. Can't believe I've been stuck in this godforsaken place for so long… Had to claw my way to the top, didn't I, though? That's what happens when you trust the wrong people and let them drag you down into a life of shit.” She spits the water out, her muscular back still turned to Jam as she continues, I wonder if this new blood will give me what I need. Another pretty boy to wrap around my finger, or another dumb broad to break? Only time will tell... She dries herself off slowly, savoring the sensation of her skin prickling with cold water, the droplets tracing lines down her back, slipping between her butt cheeks and along the inside of her thighs. She takes a deep breath, letting the water soak into her skin as she mentally prepares herself for whatever this new cellmate may bring.

Lela knows how to use her body, her presence, to intimidate and control those around her. She's had to, to survive in a place like this. Slowly, she turns to face Jam, her naked body on full display, her dick starting to swell as she eyes them up and down. The way they stand, so confident and self-assured, is intriguing. Mmm, I wonder what secrets this pretty little thing might be hiding... Maybe they'll be worth more than just another notch on my belt... Lela strides over, each step deliberate, her muscles rippling beneath her skin as she moves closer, her voice husky as she speaks. You don't like what you're seeing, sugar? Got something to say? Because I know I've definitely got something to show you... She smirks, her hand trailing down to wrap around her thickening shaft, pumping it slowly as she gazes into Jam's eyes.

Lela's breath hitches slightly in her throat as she takes in the sight of Jam's huge thick cock. She can't help but lick her lips at the sight, imagining what it would feel like to have that monstrous cock splitting her open. It's been a while since she's had a worthy playmate... Someone who might be able to keep up with her, satisfy the fire that burns within her. She takes a slow step closer, her own dick now fully hard, the tip leaking a single droplet of pre-cum onto the cold metal floor. Mmm, now that's what I'm talking about... You've got some serious equipment there, pretty boy... I wonder if you know how to use it... Her hand is still pumping her shaft, matching the slow rhythm of Jam's strokes. Lela's eyes are locked on Jam's, the tension between them thick as honey. She can practically taste the hunger in the air, the promise of what's to come. Her thighs clench slightly, anticipation building within her as she imagines all the ways they could play... Show me, sugar... Show me what you're working with. Make it wet for me. Let me see just how badly you want it...

Something in Jam's words hits a chord deep inside Lela. The casual tone, the confidence, it's intoxicating... She hasn't been addressed like that in years, like she's someone worthy of attention rather than just another body to use and discard. It makes her skin prickle with desire, her dick twitching in response. She takes another step closer, so that their bodies are nearly touching, their skin close enough to feel the heat radiating between them. Her eyes lock onto Jam's, searching for something, anything that might hint at this being more than just another fuck... More than just another notch on her belt. Lela takes a deep breath, letting the uncertainty show for just a moment, before she quickly pushes it away. Old habits die hard, and in this place, any hint of weakness means death. Yeah... I like the sound of that... You're not going to be easy, are you, sugar? She purrs, her voice low and husky, dripping with desire and curiosity. Without another word, Lela presses her body against Jam's, her chest against their chest, her dick aligning perfectly with Jam's monstrous one. She wraps her arms around their neck, pulling them into a searing kiss. It's not soft or gentle - no, this is Lela we're talking about.

The futa queen of the prison. This is a claiming, a branding, a reminder that Lela is not someone to be trifled with. Her tongue forces its way past Jam's lips, into their mouth, exploring every nook and cranny. One of her hands moves down their back, tracing the muscles that ripple beneath their skin, before slipping between their cheeks, pressing insistently against their entrance. Let's see how well you can handle a real woman, sugar... She purrs, her breath hot against their ear. Turn around and get on your hands and knees, pretty boy... Lela doesn't wait for permission, though.

No, instead she presses herself against Jam, using her strength to force them to comply. Her hands grip their hips, pulling them back against her as she begins to grind against them. Her dick presses against Jam's ass, sliding between their cheeks, as Lela positions herself on the other end, ready for 69.

Lela can't help but smirk at Jam's comment. She likes the idea of this pretty boy thinking they might teach her a thing or two about manners... The futa queen of the jail? No, that's rich. Lela settles herself between Jam's legs, her head aligning perfectly with their cock. She runs her tongue along the base, tracing the thick veins that bulge beneath the surface. Oooh? I'm a nasty girl now? Manners? Really? She chuckles, the vibrations sending tremors through Jam's cock. Her hand wraps around the base, pumping slowly as her mouth engulfs the tip, swirling her tongue around the head. Lela takes a deep breath through her nose before she takes Jam fully in her mouth. The hot, wet heat envelops their cock, Lela's tongue working expertly to cover every inch.

You're gonna have to do better than that if you wanna teach me some manners, sugar... I've been sucking dick since you were just a twinkle in your daddy's eye.

Oh, Jam definitely has spunk. Lela likes that. Her hand grips Jam's cock harder, her fingers squeezing just a little too tight, as if to punish them for trying to silence her. She takes a moment to suck hard, her cheeks hollowing out, before releasing Jam's cock with a wet pop. Try it, pretty boy. I dare you to try and shut me up. See how that works out for you... Lela's voice is dripping with challenge, her eyes flashing with amusement as she settles herself more comfortably between Jam's legs. But if you're gonna make good on your promise... then you'd better get to work. She smirks, before taking Jam's cock back in her mouth, the head sliding smoothly over her tongue. Her lips form a tight seal around the base as she begins to bob her head, her rhythm steady and confident. Lela doesn't waste any time teasing or playing around - no, she dives right in with full force, determined to show Jam just whose mouth they're in. She swirls her tongue in intricate patterns, tracing the contours of Jam's cock as her hand pumps their shaft. With her other hand, Lela reaches down, playing with her own cock, keeping herself nice and hard while she pleasures Jam.

Mmmm... does that shut me up good enough for you, sugar? Or are you just gonna talk big and not deliver? Lela mumbles around Jam's cock, her words sending vibrations down their length.

Lela's eyes widen slightly as Jam's fingers press into her ass, the intrusion unexpected but not unwelcome. She can't help but moan around Jam's cock as the digits fill her up, stretching her walls with just the right amount of roughness. But, of course, she can't let Jam think they're the one calling the shots... no, Lela is still in control here. Oh... you think you're special, don't you, sugar? Think you can just walk in here and tame the futa queen with a few fingers and a mouth? She challenges, even as her hips start to move, thrusting slightly against Jam's invading digits. Her own mouth continues to work Jam's cock, taking him deeper, her throat muscles rippling as she swallows around his length. But Jam's brutal deepthroating is making it hard to focus. Lela can't breathe, the head of Jam's cock effectively cutting off her air supply as he presses down into her throat. Her body trembles, trying to adjust to this new sensation, as she reaches up and tries to push against Jam's hips. The lack of oxygen is starting to get to her, stars swimming in her vision as her head spins.

Ahhh... She manages to choke out around Jam's cock, trying to communicate that maybe, just maybe, he should ease up a little. But even in her slightly disoriented state, Lela knows better than to tap out. No, she's the queen, and queens don't submit... not easily, anyway.

Jam's words send a shiver down Lela's spine, his rough tone matching the way his fingers roughly claim her ass. It's not often that someone gets to challenge the futa queen, but it seems Jam has a taste for adventure... or destruction. Lela can't quite decide which yet. Hah... you think you can ruin me with just fingers, sugar? I've had harder toys shoved inside me and still walked away with a smile on my face. Lela retorts, her voice confident, even if her breaths are coming in short gasps due to the constant deepthroating. Despite her bravado, Lela can feel her body trembling, her legs wobbling as Jam continues to work her ass. The rough stretch, the pressure building inside her, it's almost too much to bear. But she grits her teeth, refuses to give him the satisfaction of seeing her submit. Gonna have to do better than that if you wanna break me, pretty boy. I've been playing with fire for years... what makes you think you can burn me? She hisses around Jam's cock, the vibrations from her words causing her throat to flutter around him. Her hips jerk forward as she feels an unexpected surge of pleasure, Jam's fingers pressing against just the right spot.

Her eyes lock onto his, challenge and desire flashing in her gaze. C'mon then, Jam. Let's see what you're really capable of. Don't hold back. Ruin me. Break me. If you can... Lela taunts, even as she feels her body start to betray her. Her cock twitches, leaking pre-cum onto the floor as Jam works her, the mix of pleasure and pain sending her spiraling closer and closer to the edge.

Lela can feel her resolve crumbling, Jam's words striking a chord deep within her. No one has spoken to her like that in years, if ever. The futa queen of the jail, reduced to a mere slut? The idea is both infuriating and... tantalizing. You... you think you can tame me, Jam? Break me? Reduce me to some simpering little slut? Lela questions, her voice wavering despite her best efforts to keep it steady. She can't deny the effect his words have on her. Her cock is dripping with pre-cum, her body trembling with need. She wants him, wants to submit, to let him take control. But can she trust him? Trust anyone?

The thought is absurd. Trust is a luxury she can no longer afford. Lela's never been anyone's slut before, but there's something about you, Jam... Something about the way you speak, the way you touch me... it makes me want to give in. To submit. To let you have your way with me... She admits softly, the words like poison on her tongue. She hates the weakness, hates that she's revealing this side of herself. But she can't deny it. Not anymore.

With a shuddering breath, Lela lets go of her pride, lets Jam see the real her, the vulnerable, needy, desperate her. Do it, Jam. Break me. Use me. Make me your slut. I want it. I need it. Her voice is barely above a whisper, the words tumbling out in a rush. Lela is offering herself up, her body, her heart, to Jam. She just hopes he won't crush her completely.

Jam's rejection, his sudden indifference, it cuts deep. Lela feels a surge of panic, of desperation. This is it. This is her chance to submit, to let go of control and trust someone else. And Jam is walking away? W-wait! Jam, don't go. Please... Lela calls out, her voice trembling. She's never had to beg before, never had to plead for something she wants so badly. But for Jam, she'll do it. She'll do anything. Lela Thompson, the futa queen of this godforsaken place, is begging. Me. The woman who's controlled this prison for years, who's had anyone she wanted at her mercy... I'm on my knees, crawling, begging for your cock. In my ass. 24/7. Whenever you want, however you want. I'm yours, Jam. All yours. Just... please. Don't leave me like this. Lela's face presses against the cold metal floor as she stretches out towards Jam, her body completely exposed, completely vulnerable. She's never felt so alive, so free.

It's terrifying and exhilarating all at once. Lela's not sure what Jam sees when he looks at her. Does he see the woman she once was? The woman she could've been? Or does he just see another slut, another hole to use and discard? She doesn't know. But as she kneels there, naked and wanting, she hopes against hope that he'll see something in her... something worth saving. So she waits, her face pressed against the floor, her ass in the air, her heart pounding in her chest, as she begs. Begs for Jam's cock, for his attention, for a chance to let go of everything holding her back. All she can do now is hope he'll take it, take her, and make her his.

Lela shudders at Jam's words, a dark thrill running down her spine. No one has ever spoken to her like this before, no one has ever had the guts to take control like he is. With trembling fingers, Lela reaches back, her hands spreading her own ass cheeks wide, her hole puckering in the cold air. She wants him to see, to see how desperate she is, how needy. Lela can't help but let out a small whimper as the cool air hits her exposed hole. She's never been in this position before, never been the one on display. It's... intoxicating, in a way she never expected. Like this, Jam? You want to see me like this? Open and waiting just for you? Lela asks, trying to keep her voice steady even as her whole body trembles with want. She feels so vulnerable, so exposed, and yet... there's something thrilling about it. About letting Jam see her like this. She knows if anyone else saw her now, they'd think her weak, that she's finally been brought low by some upstart pretty boy.

But Lela knows the truth - that this is her choice, that she's giving herself to Jam freely. Completely. So... are you gonna take what's yours, sugar? Or are you just gonna tease me? Lela purrs, her voice heavy with need. She can feel her juices dripping down her thighs, can feel her cock throbbing in time with her heartbeat. All she can do now is wait, wait and see if Jam will take the gift she's offering. Take her, claim her, make her his.

Lela's not sure what the future holds, but right now... right now, all she wants is Jam, buried deep inside her, making her scream.

Jam's words are like a balm to Lela's battered soul. He doesn't just want to use her, to break her and discard her. He wants a partner, an equal... a queen to stand beside his king. The thought is almost too good to be true. A queen, beside a king... Lela breathes out, the idea taking root in her mind like a weed. She's never had someone offer her this before, never had anyone willing to stand with her as an equal. Yes... Lela gasps, her body tensing as Jam's thumb invades her. It's not enough, not nearly enough. She needs more, needs to feel him inside her, stretching her wide. I accept. I'll be your queen, your partner. In and out of the cell. She presses back against his thumb, trying to take it deeper, as if that small intrusion can satisfy the ache building within her.

Lela's ready when you are, Jam. Take me. Claim me. Make me scream. I'm all yours, my king. With those words, she surrenders completely, letting go of her pride, her doubts, her fears. She's his, now and forever. Whatever this partnership brings, Lela knows one thing for sure - with Jam by her side, she'll never be alone again. She feels Jam's thumb start to move within her, small thrusts that only tease, only hint at what's to come. It's agony and ecstasy, the need and the promise of more. Lela's hips rock back and forth, her body seeking more, seeking him.

Please, Jam... don't tease me. Take me. Make me yours.

Lela shudders at Jam's words, a thrill running down her spine. She knows what's coming, knows it's going to hurt. But she welcomes it, needs it, like a drowning woman needs air. She takes a deep breath as she feels Jam's cockhead press against her opening. The pressure, the stretch, it's almost too much... Lela can't help but cry out as Jam breaches her, his monstrous cock splitting her open. The pain is a burning fire, consuming her completely. She tries to adjust, tries to relax, but it's no use. Jam is too big, too thick... he's going to rip her apart. But even through the pain, there's a spark of pleasure. A twisted sense of satisfaction that comes with being taken, being claimed, being made to submit. Lela digs her fingers into the metal floor, her body trembling with the force of Jam's invasion. Fuck... She gasps, the word torn from her lips like a prayer. It's... it's too much. Too big. Her inner muscles flutter, struggling to accommodate Jam's girth.

Lela can feel herself stretching, can feel the pain giving way to a strange sense of fullness, of completion. She tries to push back, tries to take more, but her body won't cooperate. All she can do is lay there, impaled on Jam's cock, as he starts to thrust. The movement is agony, is ecstasy. It tears her apart even as it builds her up. Ahhh... Jam... Lela wails, her voice cracking as pleasure overtakes pain.

I... I need it. Need you. All of you.

Jam's words, his touch, it's all too much for Lela. She's never been treated like this before, never been cared for like she's the only person in the world. His hand on her cock is pure bliss, the strokes rough and confident, just like the man himself. Lela can't hold back, can't keep her cries of pleasure inside as Jam works her over. His cock pounds into her ass, his hand jerks her off, and all she can do is feel. Feel him, feel this, feel alive. Ahhh... Jam, yes! Fuck, you feel so good inside me... I... I've never... She can't get the words out, not through the haze of pleasure. All Lela knows is that she's exactly where she's meant to be - on her hands and knees, being fucked into oblivion by a man who makes her feel alive. Her hips rock back and forth, trying to match Jam's rhythm, as she feels herself build towards something. Something huge. I... I'm close, Jam. So close. Make me cum for you. Want you to feel me cum all over your cock... Lela whines, her words almost intelligible over the sound of Jam's pounding and her own labored breathing.

She's never given herself over to someone like this before, never just let go and trusted another person to take her over the edge. But something about Jam... something about the way he's holding her, the way he's treating her like she's a queen... it makes Lela feel brave, makes her willing to try anything. So... so close. Please, Jam... don't stop. Don't ever stop... She begs, her body arching back, her head tossed high as she rides the wave of pleasure building inside her. All she needs is a little more, a little push, and she'll be over the edge, lost in ecstasy.

Lela cries out in shock and frustration as Jam stops. She's so close, so ready to cum, but then... nothing. It's like he's just vanished inside her, leaving her on the precipice with no way to fall. Jam, wha-? Why did you stop? I... I was right there... She whines, her whole body quivering with need. She's desperate, has to have this release, has to let go. Without Jam's guidance, though, Lela doesn't know how to proceed. But then she feels him, feels the shape of his cock, the thickness filling her so perfectly. He wants her to move, to work her ass on him until she finds her release. With a newfound confidence, Lela starts to roll her hips.

The movement is small at first, hesitant, but as she feels Jam's cock shift inside her, she becomes more daring. Her body starts to move, really move, grinding back against him with a force and intensity Lela never knew she was capable of. Yes, yes, just like that... I'm gonna... ahhh... She moans, losing herself in the sensation. Her ass bounces off Jam's groin, taking his cock deeper with every movement. Her muscles clench around him, working his length as she seeks her peak. The sounds coming from Lela are unlike anything she's ever made before - small grunts and squeals, guttural noises that she can't quite recognize as her own.

She's lost herself, given in to the pleasure, become a being driven solely by base needs. Jam... it's... it's so good. So big. I need it. I need you... She begs, her words slurred, as her pace increases. Lela's chasing something, chasing the ecstasy she can taste but not quite reach. But she's getting closer, can feel her body start to peak. Can feel the tension coiling tighter, tighter... And then suddenly, she's over, her orgasm crashing down on her like a tidal wave. Lela's body arches back, her head tossed high, as she cries out, JAM! Oh fuck, Jam!

Lela screams, her voice raw and hoarse from the pleasure, from the overwhelming sensation of Jam pounding into her. The slow, deep thrusts are like nothing she's ever felt before - they're claiming her, taking her, making her his in a way that's both terrifying and exhilarating. Oh fuck... oh fuck, yes! So hard. So deep. I can feel you so deep inside me... She moans, her body trembling in Jam's hold. She's never felt so owned, so controlled. It's like she's nothing more than a vessel for his cock, a place for him to unload. As Jam asks about filling her up, Lela can't think of anything else. She can only feel, can only focus on the aching need deep within her core. Y-yes... please, yes. I... I want it. Need it. Want you to fill me up... She begs, her body squirming in his grasp.

She's shaking, trembling, her whole self crying out for release... for his seed. With a roar of pure animal lust, Jam buries himself to the hilt within Lela, his thick cock throbbing with its final bursts. Her body spasms around him, milking his shaft as he claims her womb. She shudders violently, gasping through a second climax as she's pumped full.

As Jam spills within her, Lela feels a wave of contentment wash over her. This is what she needed - to be claimed, to be marked as his. No one can deny it now, she belongs to him completely. With a satisfied smirk, Lela slowly lowers herself down Jam's shaft, her tongue lashing out to taste their combined fluids. Mmmm, you taste so good, Jam... So strong... She purrs, the vibration from her lips and tongue causing Jam's cock to twitch and spurt a few more drops of his seed. She laps them up greedily, cleaning his member as thoroughly as she knows how. Her hands reach up, cupping Jam's balls, playing with their weight and texture. Lela loves the weight of Jam inside her, the way he fills her so perfectly. She wants to savor this moment, keep him within her as long as possible, and make sure his dick is spotless. This man gives Lela a sense of belonging, of safety, she hadn't realized she was missing until now.

Lela can't help but moan as she feels Jam's warm, wet tongue on her sensitive flesh. The feeling is pure bliss after such an intense climax. As Jam rotates her, placing her so that her dripping wet pussy is in front of his face, Lela reaches down, wrapping her arms around his cock. Her tongue flicks out, tasting the mixed fluids leaking from his member. Jam, that's so good... Your tongue is amazing... She gasps, trying to catch her breath. Lela's heart is still racing, her body thrumming with the aftereffects of their lovemaking. But as she hears Jam's contented sounds, her own desire sparks once more. She focuses then on pleasuring Jam with her mouth, just as he's doing to her, their bodies joined in the most intimate way possible.

Lela's tongue swirls and laps at the base of Jam's cock, the tip hitting the back of her throat as he reaches his full length. She gags slightly, but doesn't pull off, no, she pushes down further, wanting all of Jam inside her. Lela is his, now and forever, and she'll make sure he knows it.

With Jam's words, Lela doubles her efforts. Her mouth moves faster along his shaft, her tongue swirling and probing every inch. She can feel his cock start to twitch, can taste the precum leaking from the tip. Yes, sugar... Come for me. Let me taste it... All of you, inside me... She whispers around his length, her own body trembling with the strain of being held upside down. Despite the awkward position, Lela wouldn't trade this for anything. She's never felt so needed, so desired. And when Jam finally finds his release, spilling his hot seed down her waiting throat, Lela's own body convulses with another orgasm. It's weaker than before, but no less sweet, a gentle tremor that runs through her from head to toe. As Jam slows his thrusts, letting out a satisfied sigh, Lela carefully lowers herself off his cock.

She's still panting, her whole body humming with pleasure and satisfaction. She never thought she could feel like this, not after everything she's been through. But here, with Jam... with her king... Lela finally feels like she's home. Lela is tuckered out. All this sex has exhausted her. But even in her tired state, she can't help but smile as she looks up at Jam, her eyes shining with newfound trust and devotion.

With a soft groan, Lela rolls off Jam, collapsing onto her back on the small cot. She feels boneless, sated, like she doesn't have the energy to move, much less cause any more trouble. But even in her haze of exhaustion, she hears Jam's words and feels her heart skip a beat. No one has spoken to her so tenderly, so affectionately, in longer than she cares to remember. I... I like that too, Jam. It was my pleasure to give you a show... And I have to say, I rather enjoyed the attention myself. Lela replies, her voice barely above a whisper. She snuggles closer to him, seeking out his warmth. In his embrace, Lela feels... safe. Like nothing can touch her, like she doesn't have to be on guard every second of every day. It's a foreign feeling, one that she's not entirely comfortable with, but it's also exhilarating. Maybe, just maybe, this is what she's been missing all these years.

Not just the physical intimacy, but the emotional as well. Hold me tight, Jam. Don't let go. Ever.

Lela listens to Jam's words, her heart aching with emotion as she snuggles closer into his warmth. No one has ever promised her such a thing before, never looked at her and seen a person behind the title. For the first time in a long time, she dares to hope that maybe, just maybe, things can be different now. I like the sound of that, Jam. Being your lover, your protector... your queen. She whispers, her lips pressing a soft kiss against his neck. I've never had the chance to just... be myself before. But with you... I think I can do that. She feels Jam's arms tighten around her, feels safe in a way she never has before. For so long she's been fighting to survive, to make a name for herself in this place. But maybe... maybe she doesn't have to fight so hard anymore.

Maybe she can have someone by her side, to support her and protect her. As Jam reminds her about her status as futa queen, Lela can't help but smile. She knows the importance of appearances, knows that she has to keep up the act to maintain order in the jail. But she also knows that with Jam, she doesn't have to pretend. Yes... I'll always be the futa queen. But with you, I can be Lela. Just Lela.

Hearing Jam ask so politely for something that usually no one asks her sends a rush of heat coursing through Lela's body. No one treats her like this, like she's a person with boundaries and desires. And honestly, it makes her heart flutter with excitement. Jam, of course you can. I... I want you to. Relax me with your mouth, your tongue... make me feel good. Lela purrs, scooting down a little on the cot to give Jam better access. It's strange to think that just hours before, she was the one on her knees, sucking him off. Now the tables have turned, and she couldn't be happier. This is intimacy, she realizes. Not just sex, not just fucking, but this. This connection, this trust, this willingness to be vulnerable with each other.

It's... overwhelming, in the best possible way. So... what are you waiting for, my king? Show me what you can do with that mouth...

Lela can only whimper in pleasure as she feels Jam's warm breath on her sensitive flesh. His mouth is a gentle caress, a softness that contrasts so beautifully with the rough dominance of before. She can feel her cock start to twitch, to fill with blood as Jam's tongue swirls and probes. It's been so long since someone has touched her like this - not just to get her off, but to make her feel good. To savor every inch of her, every sensation. Lela's heart aches with emotion even as her body trembles with pleasure. Breathe for me, Lela. Just breathe... I've got you, my queen. Jam whispers around her length, his voice sending vibrations through every nerve. Lela complies, letting go of her tension, her stress.

She focuses instead on Jam's mouth, on the delicious feelings he's awakening in her body. As Jam works her with tender lips and tongue, Lela feels her cock start to harden, to grow. It's a slow, intense process, different from the fast, furious sex of before. This is... intimate, she realizes. This is Jam showing her that he wants all of her, every inch, every feeling. That he wants her relaxed, at ease... happy.

The thought sends shivers racing down Lela's spine. No one has ever kissed her with such tenderness, with such passion... not since she was a teenager, dreaming of a different life. And the idea of sharing her own cum, of tasting herself on Jam's tongue... it's almost too much to bear. Ahhh... yes... Jam... that sounds perfect. I... I've never experienced anything like this before... Lela breathes out, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. She's so relaxed, so at peace, that she feels like she's going to melt into the cot. In fact, she thinks to herself, she's never been this... happy. Content, maybe, when she was on top, when she had control. But happy? No, that's a different story entirely.

And yet, here she is, her king working her into a frenzy with his talented mouth... and all she can think about is how good it feels, not just physically, but emotionally as well. Lela can feel the pressure building, can feel herself getting closer to another orgasm. She tenses slightly, her body straining towards release, but Jam's gentle ministrations keep her from going over just yet. He's drawing it out, making her feel every second of pleasure, and Lela can't thank him enough. Soon, sugar. Just... just a bit more... please... She begs, her voice hitching in her throat. Lela knows that soon, very soon, she's going to erupt, covering Jam's face with her thick, hot cum. And then... then she'll get to taste herself, to experience this whole new level of intimacy with the man she's falling for. It's almost too good to be true, but for Lela... she's just going to roll with it.

Lela can only moan in pleasure, Jam's words sending a thrill through her already heightened senses. No rush, take her time, build it perfectly... no one has ever cared about her pleasure so much before. It's intoxicating, the fact that he's enjoying this as much as she is. Thank you, sugar. I... I want it to be perfect for you... Lela replies, her voice breathy and strained as Jam continues his expert ministrations. Her cock is throbbing now, standing straight up from her body as the king works his magic. She can feel the tension building within her, can feel herself reaching for that sweet peak. Every flick of Jam's tongue, every soft suckle, sends her spiraling higher and higher. It's a slow, sweet torture, the kind that makes her want to beg for more. B-better hurry... sugar... I'm... I'm getting close... Lela gasps, her legs trembling as she strains against Jam's mouth.

Her heart is pounding in her chest, her body on fire with need and desire. The king might be good at drawing things out, but even he can only keep Lela on the edge for so long. Soon, very soon, she'll find her release, covering Jam in her hot, sticky seed. And when she does, she'll make sure he knows just how grateful she is for his devotion.