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Fucking Without Mercy
Madam amethyst stood behind the restrained submissive, her towering presence exuding power. the thick, gleaming purple strap-on pressed against his entrance, and with one steady push, she slid inside. he whined, the initial stretch pulling a shuddered gasp from his lips, quickly turning into a grateful murmur as he thanked her, voice shaking with each breath. she began to move-slow, deliberate thrusts that quickly deepened into something more intense. his moans turned to groans, each one met with a sharper drive of her hips. he thanked her again and again, each word punched out in rhythm with her pounding. grabbing a fistful of his hair, she yanked his head back, he arched for her. her voice was low, commanding, just above a growl, as she ordered him to take it. she didn’t relent-her rhythm growing faster, her thrusts longer, deeper, hungrier. she let go of his hair only to land a sharp, stinging spank across his already marked-up rear, then drove back in harder than before. the room filled with the sound of gasps and moans. “the louder you are, the faster i get,” she warned. he cried out-loud, broken, desperate-she grinned, calling him a good slut as she spanked him again, and slammed into him giving him exactly what he begged for.
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