Tayla was on her hands and knees scrubbing the kitchen floor.

She was dressed in a tiny yellow poke dot string bikini, her large breast bursting out.

Tony walked in, his eyes immediately drawn to Tayla's voluptuous figure. "Damn, Tayla," he whistled lowly. "What are you trying to do to me?"

Tayla glanced up from her task, a smirk playing on her lips. "Just keeping the place clean," she replied, her voice dripping with a hint of mischief. "What's got your attention so much?"

Tony leaned against the counter, his eyes locked on the hypnotic motion of her ample backside. "I can't help but admire your dedication to housework," he quipped, trying to keep his voice steady despite the stirring in his gut.

With a sudden movement, Tayla sat up on her knees and reached behind her back. In one swift motion, she untied the strings of her bikini top. The fabric fell away, revealing her full, tan breasts with a teasing jiggle. She tossed the top over her shoulder with a playful smile, not expecting it to land anywhere specific.

It fluttered through the air and came to rest on Tony's foot. He jolted in surprise, his eyes snapping back to her face. "Hey!" he exclaimed, half laughing, half flustered. The warmth from her body had transferred to the fabric, and it was like a brand on his skin.

Tayla looked over her shoulder, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Oops," she giggled, reaching behind her to redo the knot. "Let me help you with that." She crawled over to him, her breasts swaying tantalizingly, and plucked the top off his foot. The way she moved, almost feline, sent a bolt of heat through Tony's body.

"You're something else, Tayla," his gaze following her every move.

Her cheeks flushed slightly, a shy smile playing on her lips. "What can I say?" she replied, her eyes dropping to the leash attached to her collar. "I aim to please."

The collar was a symbol of their unspoken agreement, a playful power exchange that added spice to their relationship. Tony felt his heart skip a beat as she looked up at him with those doe eyes, the leash in her hand. He took a step closer, unable to resist the allure of her submission.

"Tony," she whispered, "What do you need me to clean?"

He took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving hers as he slowly unbuttoned his crisp white jacket. The fabric whispered against his skin as he slipped it off and casually draped it over the counter. He stepped closer, his hand coming up to gently cup her chin, his thumb stroking the soft skin beneath her ear.

"I think you know, babygirl," he said, his voice low and gruff with desire. The leash in Tayla's hand tightened slightly as she felt the warmth of his palm against her cheek. She nodded, her breath hitching slightly as she awaited his next command.

With trembling hands, Tayla reached for the buckle of Tony's pants, her eyes never leaving his. His gaze was intense, watching her every move like a hawk as she unbuckled his belt and slowly unzipped his fly. She could feel the anticipation building between them, the electricity in the air crackling as she reached into his boxers and wrapped her delicate hand around his growing cock.

The warmth and weight of him in her hand sent a thrill through her body. She knew he was watching her, waiting for her next move. Slowly, she pulled him out, the tip glistening with pre-cum. Tony's eyes grew darker as she licked her lips, her breath hot against his skin. He didn't have to say it; the command was written all over his face.

Tayla leaned forward, her breasts pressing against his thighs, and took him in her mouth. The first touch of her wet, velvety warmth made him groan, his hand coming up to rest in her hair. He didn't push, didn't guide her; he knew she knew exactly what he liked. The gentle sucking noises filled the kitchen, the only sound between their ragged breaths. She could feel his muscles tightening, his fingers curling into her hair as she worked her way down his shaft.

Tony's eyes rolled back in his head as she swirled her tongue around the tip, tasting the saltiness of his arousal. He whispered sweet nothings into her ear, words of praise and adoration that sent shivers down her spine. "You're the best of all my wives, baby," , his voice thick with passion. "You always know just what I need."

Tayla's heart swelled with pride at his words, and she took him deeper into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked with earnest enthusiasm. Her eyes watered slightly as she felt the pressure build in the back of her throat, but she didn't pull away. She was the best of all of them, and she would show him that she was worthy of his praise. Her hands roamed over his body, exploring the planes of his chest and the ridges of his abs, feeling the power beneath his skin.

He looked down at her, with such love in his eyes for her. It was a look that could melt the coldest of hearts, a look that told her she was the only one who could satisfy him in this way. The leash in her hand grew slack as she focused on the task at hand, her eyes closing as she lost herself in the rhythm of her movements. Tony's breathing grew heavier, his chest rising and falling in a tempo that matched hers. He carded his fingers through her hair, his touch gentle yet firm, guiding her without words.

He slowly thrust into her mouth, each movement deliberate and calculated to drive her wild with desire. Tayla could feel his cock thicken further, his body tensing as she took him deeper. She knew that look, knew what it meant. He was close, and the knowledge only made her more eager to please him. Her tongue danced around his shaft, teasing the sensitive spots that made him moan. She could feel the leash in her hand tighten slightly with each thrust, a silent testament to his need for her.

Her saliva coated his cock, making it slick and smooth. Each pass of her lips sent a wave of pleasure through Tony, making his knees tremble. His hand tightened in her hair, but he didn't pull her away. Instead, he guided her, showing her just how much he craved her touch. He knew she liked it too, the way her eyes fluttered closed and she moaned around him. It was a sound that went straight to his core, a sound that made him want to give her everything.

Tayla could feel the tension in Tony's body, the way his muscles tightened as she worked her magic. She took him deeper, her throat relaxing around his thickness. The salty taste of him filled her mouth, and she couldn't help but moan in response to his delicious flavor. It was like a drug, one she couldn't get enough of. She felt him swell even further, and she knew he was close. Her heart raced with excitement, her pussy wet with anticipation.

The leash in her hand grew wet with her drool, the soft fabric clinging to her skin. She didn't care; all that mattered was making him come, making him feel the same intense pleasure that she felt every time she was with him. Her hand moved faster, her grip tightening around the base of his cock. The sound of her moans grew louder, vibrating against him and driving him wild.

Tony felt like he was going to burst. He couldn't hold back much longer. His hand in her hair tightened, and he thrust into her mouth with a ferocity that surprised even himself. Tayla took it all, her throat working to accommodate his size, her eyes watering but never leaving his.

With a final, desperate groan, Tony's hips jerked and he came hard, his hot cum spurting into her mouth. She swallowed eagerly, her eyes never leaving his, her own arousal painting a rosy hue on her cheeks. The leash fell from her hand, forgotten in the heat of the moment.

He sighed heavily, his chest heaving with exertion, and Tayla pulled away slowly, a trail of saliva connecting them for a brief moment before breaking. She sat back on her heels, a proud smile on her face as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "See?", her voice low and sultry. "I always take care of you."