I, the slave boy, awaken with the most potent seed!!

Soon, her hands touched the base of his cock. It twitched. She began to rub one hand around the base while her other hand reached down. She ran a finger across his balls, and then gently massaged them in her hand.

Bobbles gripped the base of his cock, and began gently squeezing it. Zafron's arousal began to climb. Bobbles wasn't in a hurry, and neither was he. She kept her hands around the stiff base, stroking and squeezing it as she did the same with his balls.

Soon, she let the hand on his cock drift up his shaft. As she moved closer to his tip, the massage felt better and better. She kept massaging his balls, keeping her technique consistent and steady.

While her hands were occupied, Bobbles began to rub her soft, gooey chest against Zafron's back, only making the arousal more intense. Meanwhile, her gentle massage began to transition into a slow handjob, as her hand started to move up and down, keeping up a slow rhythm.

Zafron was relaxed and happy, even as his cock ached to come. The rest of his body was loose and limp on top of her, and his mind was dropping into a foggy haze again. Every stroke of her hand against his cock, every rub of her breasts, every little movement across his balls: it all sent him deeper and deeper into his aroused haze.

Bobbles 's hands reached the tip of his cock, and she stopped the up and down motions to gently knead his sensitive tip in her fingers. Zafron's arousal spiked. So arousing. So relaxing. So wonderful. Orgasm was coming closer and closer.

Soon, Bobbles stopped focusing on just the tip, and began to pump her hand up and down his cock with a firmer grip than before. She pumped his shaft from tip to base, yet kept up a slow, relaxing rhythm as she milked beads of precum out of his tip.

As horny and aroused as Zafron was, it didn't impede his relaxation one bit. Her body was too soft, and his muscles were too relaxed and limp. Bobbles 's strokes kept up their speed as his cock began to drift closer and closer to orgasm. He was almost there. Almost ready to come.

Just a few more gooey strokes. Another stroke. Bobbles kept up the same pace. Zafron was almost there. Another stroke. One more.

With one last stroke, his arousal reached a tipping point, and his cock shot towards orgasm as Bobbles kept stroking. Wonderful waves of erotic pleasure shot through it as it twitched and spurted in her hand. She didn't stop stroking, making it even better. Another spurt, another twitch, another jet of cum. And another. And another.

He came and came, lost in relaxed, gooey bliss.

And soon, his orgasm began to fade. The waves of pleasure died down, and his cock grew still. Arousal gave way to deeper and deeper relaxation. Bobbles stroked his cock one last time, and then released her hands. She stopped rubbing her chest against his back. She and him sat still in the tub for a moment, then she wrapped her arms around his chest.

Bobbles gently rubbed his chest as Zafron's mind grew still and more relaxed. He almost felt sleepy, like he could just rest here on top of her in his post-orgasm bliss.

"Good boy," she said. Zafron didn't want to move.

"Now...now...we are not done yet. I've always wanted to do this..." She said, her voice trialing off as she gazed down at his flaccid cock and began to stroke it with her bare hands, coating it with more slime. The feeling was like already being in a warm pussy except it wasn't. She moved deliberately while maintaining a steady eye contact with Zafron.

Now, his dick, already hard and eager, was coated with the slippery, shimmering green slime. The viscous substance slid easily over his skin, making him shiver with pleasure.

Bobbles slowly descended into the tub, her movements deliberate and fluid. As she lowered herself, her breasts, covered only by the thin material of her slime, brushed against his slicked-up member. The sensation was electrifying, and Zafron gasped as Bobbles's breasts enveloped him, the slime adding a layer of sensation with every movement.

She began to gently massage him with her breasts, sliding them up and down his shaft in a slow, rhythmic motion. The green slime made the experience incredibly smooth, each stroke accompanied by the soft, pleasurable pressure of her warm, soft flesh. Cassandra maintained eye contact with Zafron, her gaze filled with playful intent and a touch of seduction.

"Enjoying the ride?" she murmured, her voice barely more than a whisper, as she continued her sensual massage.

Bobbles gazed up at Zafron, her heart fluttering with a mix of satisfaction and desire. The sight before her was intoxicating: his face contorted in pure pleasure, each muscle contorting with the intensity of his emotions. She watched with delight as his eyes followed her breasts, slick with green slime, as they slid up and down his member.

The way his gaze remained locked on her, devouring every movement, fueled her own passion.

'Look at him, he's already lost and we haven't even begun yet. If only you knew the plans I have had for you. For the man I'd finally give up my pride to. Count yourself lucky. Then again, on the other hand, with what I'm about to do to you, I guess it's not so much about luck but more about an inevitable twist of fate. I'm going to make sure you remember every second of this moment.

You see, it's not just about giving up my pride; it's about taking control in ways you never imagined. So enjoy this, because by the time we're finished, you'll understand just how special—and unforgettable—this experience really is,' Bobbles thought while keeping a steady gaze on Zafron's face.

She reveled in the sensation of his appreciation. Every gasp and shiver from him made her understand the effect she had on him. The sheer lust that radiated from him was palpable, creating a heady mix of pride and arousal within her. The way he lost himself in the moment, overwhelmed by the pleasure she was giving him, was profoundly gratifying.

Bobbles thrived on the energy of his desire, savoring every second as he succumbed to the wave of sensations she was creating. Each reaction from him, every sign of his intense pleasure, made her feel powerful and deeply connected in this intimate exchange.

Zafron's breath came in ragged bursts, the combined sensations of the slime and Bobbles's warm, soft skin driving him wild. The bathwater lapped gently against the sides of the tub, mingling with the slick, green slime that coated both of them.

Bobbles's breast hit the water beneath them in the bathtub and caused it to create a familiar sound Zafron had heard quite often as of recent.

*Ta...ta...ta...*

He couldn't quite tell if it was her flesh hitting the water or the way it squeezed against his dick.

*Skuish!!*

Either way, the final nail on the coffin for him was how she looked at him. The way she gazed at him told him everything he needed to know. She wanted him, wanted to please him and on his dear old honour, he promised he'd return the favour. But first, let her have her fun. After all, he had made plans for this moment for weeks since he met her and wasn't exactly in a rush.

He was going to experience it all how he wished.

Cassandra's movements became more confident as she gauged Zafron's reactions. She alternated between long, slow strokes and quicker, more urgent motions, her body responding to the rhythm of the water and Zafron's increasing arousal.

As the pleasure built, Cassandra leaned forward, her breasts pressing more firmly against him, enhancing the stimulation. "Let yourself go, Zafron," she breathed, pausing to trace kisses around his navel. "I am going to make sure you have the best time."