Lyssandra pushed Austin onto the throne with a strength that belied her lithe form. He stared up at her, his eyes wide with arousal. Before he could react, she was on him, her hands tearing at the fabric of his expensive dress shirt. Buttons flew everywhere as she ripped it open, exposing his toned chest to her hungry gaze. She leaned down, her lips brushing against his neck as she growled in his ear.
Her hand travelled lower, palming his growing erection through his pants. She squeezed roughly, eliciting a groan of desire from him. With a sinister chuckle, she unfastened his pants and pushed them down, revealing his hard, throbbing cock. She took it in her slender, yet surprisingly strong hands, marvelling at its size and girth. "You want this, don't you?" She purred, holding his cock upright. "You've fantasised about this moment, haven't you? Well, your wish is my command."