Five Minutes to Forever - Elsa's Girlie Game
Elsa’s tiny frame was a study in mischief, her blonde hair tumbling in soft waves that caught the light just right, making her look like a delicate, dangerous fairy. She stood before him, eyes gleaming with wicked intent, a sly smile curling on her perfect lips. Her man, a towering black stud, was no stranger to her games—but this one was different.
With a flick of her slender wrist, she slipped the shimmering liquid into his drink. “You’ve got five minutes,” she purred, voice dripping honeyed menace. “If you can’t cum before then… well, you know what happens.”
He took the glass, swallowing the potion down with a steady hand, eyes locked on hers, heart pounding. Elsa wasted no time. She kissed him, hard. She peeled off her clothes, revealing that tight little ass, flawless and begging to be touched. She turned, swaying provocatively, making sure he couldn’t look away.
Sliding onto her knees, she wrapped her lips around his thick cock, warm and wet, sucking with practiced skill that made him shudder. But no matter how good she was, his will was ironclad. The clock was ticking, and his body screamed for release, but he fought it, desperate not to lose this last battle.
Elsa’s eyes darkened with fierce determination. She pulled back, hands sliding up to grip him tight. “Cum now, baby,” she growled, her fingers wrapping around his cock with hungry urgency. Her hand stroked him hard and fast, desperate to break down his resistance.
He gritted his teeth, muscles trembling, the pressure mounting. Every stroke sent a fire racing through him, every teasing flick of her tongue against his sensitive skin stoked the blaze. The seconds slipped away, the countdown merciless.
Finally, with a guttural curse and a breathless roar, he gave in. His body convulsed as he blew his load, the powerful surge sealing his fate. Elsa’s grin was pure victory as she held him close, fingers threading through his hair.
“You’re mine now,” she whispered, voice thick with satisfaction. “Forever a girlie, and forever worshipping me.”
His body shifted, curves blossoming, skin softening, voice lilting sweet and high. Elsa traced a finger down his new delicate cheek, a tiny minx reigning over her perfect, transformed prize.
