His voice. They turned her on more than his wrist-sized cock or his giant-esque frame. More than the promise of utter sexual domination that would leave her a broken woman. It was as dark as the night, cold as steel yet spreads like fire, exactly the kind of voice a woman wants to be ordered around by.<br/><br/>"Yes..Master" the proud woman spoke with quivering lips, practically dripping by the time Nikosh grabbed her radiant locks. She opened her mouth as wide as it can go, placing the tip of his manhood against moist, red lips and held her breath, swallowing it inch by inch and there were oh-so-many inches in this shaft.<br/><br/>"Mmmmh.." she moaned, feeling it slide down her throat, eyes looking up bravely at him, clinging to his powerful legs.