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He continued while feeling pleasure "Jasmine although I want to dominate you, you are not my toy. You are my girlfriend. My other half. I love you."

At his words, Jasmine paused her actions, her gaze lifting to meet his. For a moment, she was rendered speechless, her heart swelling with love and affection. She had always known that he saw her as more than just a toy, but hearing him say it like that still brought a lump to her throat. She pulled back, her mouth leaving him reluctantly. "I... I love you too," she whispered, her voice hoarse.

"More than anything." She leaned in, resting her head on his thigh, a gesture that was as much of an affection gesture as it was a plea for reassurance. "I'm sorry, I just... I want to make you happy. I want to be everything you want me to be."

Keshav said "You are everything to me, not a toy."

Tears welled up in her eyes, her emotions threatening to overcome her. She looked up at him, her expression vulnerable and raw. "I... I didn't mean it like that. I know I'm not just a toy to you, I know you care about me more than that." She rubbed her cheek against his thigh, an unconscious gesture of affection. "I just mean... I want to satisfy you, to make you feel good."

Then keshav spanked her "Do you want to roleplay as my toy."

Jasmine flinched at the spank, a mixture of surprise and arousal coursing through her. She looked up at him, her cheeks flushed and her eyes wide. "Y... yes," she admitted, her voice quiet but filled with a hint of excitement. "I want to be your toy, daddy."

Keshav smirked and said "Than continue sucking till i cum and drink it."

Jasmine's heart raced at his command, her cheeks burning with a mixture of arousal and embarrassment. But at the same time, she couldn't deny the excitement that was stirring within her. She looked up at him, her expression both tentative and eager, and said, "Yes, daddy. I'll do as you say." Without hesitation she resumed what she had been doing. Taking his dick back into her mouth, she started to suck him harder and faster, her efforts driven by a combination of a need to please him and a deep-seated need of her own. Her mind was focused on his pleasure, on doing everything she could to make him feel good. She wanted to be his good girl, his perfect toy, and this was her way of showing him that she was willing to do anything for him. The sound of his ragged breaths filled her ears, adding to her own growing excitement as she worked him tirelessly.

She could feel him getting closer, could taste him getting more tense. She knew he was getting close, and she was eager to bring him over the edge. She redoubled her efforts, taking him deeper and deeper, her mouth and tongue working in perfect rhythm as she did her best to bring him to climax. She could feel him getting closer and closer, and she was desperate to please him, to do whatever it took to make him feel as good as possible.

As she worked him, her mind was consumed with a single thought: please him, please him, please him. It was all that mattered in that moment. She was his toy, his object of desire, and she would do anything to bring him pleasure. She could feel the intensity of his reactions, and she knew he was right on the edge. She knew he was close, and she was determined to push him over it just one more time. With one final, all-out effort, she took him as deep as she could, her mouth and tongue working overtime as she milked him. She wanted him to erupt, wanted him to lose control, she wanted to be the one who made him come undone, who made all of the tension and frustration and stress of his life come all rushing out at once. And she could feel how close he was, how close he was to losing it.

Then he cummed in her mouth.

Jasmine felt him tense up, and then she felt the warmth of him filling her mouth. She swallowed greedily, wanting to please him and not wanting to waste a drop of him. She looked up at him, her face flushed and her eyes wide, almost as if she was asking him wordlessly if she had done well.

She pulled back slowly, her tongue running over her lips to collect any remaining drops of him. She looked up at him, her expression both satisfied and submissive. "Did... did I do good, daddy?"

Keshav said while stroking her head "Yes, you are best"

A small smile played at her lips as she nuzzled her head against his hand, his words of praise making her feel warm and fuzzy inside. "Thank you, daddy," she murmured, her voice soft and submissive. "I just want to please you."

Keshav said while picking her up and laying her on bed. "Now its time for your pussy to please my dick."

The dominant tone in his voice sent a shiver down her spine, making her feel both excited and slightly nervous. She let him guide her onto the bed, her body trembling slightly with anticipation. "Of course, daddy," she whispered, her voice eager and submissive. "Please... use me for your pleasure."

She lay there on the bed, her head cushioned by the pillows, her body completely vulnerable and exposed. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of lust and submission. She wanted him, wanted him to take her and use her in whatever way he desired.

She ran her hands over her body, her fingers tracing over her skin in a slow, sensual motion. "I'm yours, you know," she whispered, her voice soft and breathy. "My body, my mind, my heart. It's all yours."

Keshav said while positioning his dick over her pussy "I know you are mine and will always be only mine."

She shivered at his words, feeling a possessive thrill run through her. "Yes, I'm yours," she whispered, her voice a low, desperate whisper. "Only yours. No one will ever touch me the way you do, no one will ever make me feel the way you do."

She let her thighs fall open, her body trembling with anticipation. She was completely at his mercy, her body ripe for his taking, her mind completely consumed by him. "Take me," she whispered. "Please, please, take me. I want you, I need you, I'm yours."

With that, he lowered himself onto her, his body covering hers, his weight pressing down on her, making her feel helpless and vulnerable in the best way possible. She could feel his dick in her pussy, and it only served to heighten the intensity of her desire.

"Mine," he murmured possessively, his voice low and rough. "Always mine." It felt so good to hear him say that, she thought. It felt good to belong to someone, to be treasured and wanted and possessed.

She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper into her, wanting to feel him as close as possible. She could feel every inch of him, every contour and curve, and it was like electricity coursing through her veins.

"I love you," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "I love you, I love you, I love you." She couldn't help but repeat the words over and over, like a mantra, as though if she said them enough, it would make them even more true.

Keshav said while moving his dick in her pussy "I also love you"

His words were a sweet and yet sensual melody to her ears, each one sending a wave of emotion coursing through her. "Show me," she whispered, her voice thick with desire. "Show me how much you love me."

Her request was a plea, a desperate need to feel his love and possessiveness, to be consumed by him body and soul. She wanted him to claim her, to mark her as his in the most primal and fundamental way.

And he obliged, his movements becoming more powerful and urgent. He knew what she needed, what she wanted, and he was determined to give it to her, to show her just how much he loved her.

She felt his body claim hers, his touch, his presence, his love. It was like a fire consumed them, burning away all thoughts and cares, leaving only pure, primal need.

"More," she whispered, her voice needy and desperate. "Please, more." She could feel the climax building inside her, like a coiled spring about to spring free, and she wanted her release, wanted to be pushed over that edge, wanted to be completely overtaken by him.

His hands roamed over her body, his touch possessive and intimate, as if he was trying to memorize every curve, every line, every inch of her body. He wanted her to be his, to be marked as his in every way possible.

"You are mine," he murmured, his voice a low growl. "Only mine, and no one else's." She could feel the truth in his words, the intense possessiveness that filled him. She wanted to be his, completely and utterly, her body and soul his to do with as he wanted.

Her body responded to his words, her desire growing even more intense, her need to be with him becoming almost overwhelming. It was as if she was addicted to him, unable to get enough of him, unable to be away from him for even a moment.

"Yes," she murmured, her body trembling with need. "I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours." It was a desperate plea, a declaration, a statement of fact. She belonged to him, body and soul, and she was powerless to resist him.

Soon both of them cummed.

They both lay there, panting and breathing heavily, their bodies still pressed together. The intensity of their lovemaking had left them both drained, but also deeply satisfied. Jasmine had given herself completely to him, and he had claimed her as his own, leaving no doubt in her mind that he was completely and utterly in love with her.

They lay there for a few moments, just holding each other, breathing each other in. Jasmine's head was resting on his chest, and she could hear his heartbeat, a steady and comforting rhythm that seemed to be the soundtrack of their love.

Then keshav said "lets get married"