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You lie back on your fluffy tail, parting your legs and pressing your wet heat against them, inviting them to dive in. Your slow, teasing movements pull them deeper, drowning their control as you lure them straight into your warmth—ready to push them over the edge.

You lured them in perfectly—slow, tempting, impossible to resist. Now they’re lost in waves of pleasure, shaking and helpless beneath you. Their sudden weakness is your advantage; you hold them tight, knowing you’ve broken their will.

You lean back, flaunting yourself to draw them in—but it works too well. They don’t hesitate. Instead of falling for it, they slam into you, hard and sudden, flipping the script. Your breath catches as you’re overwhelmed—no time to react, no chance to take back control.

You lie back on your fluffy tail, parting your legs and pressing your wet heat against them, inviting them to dive in. Your slow, teasing movements pull them deeper, drowning their control as you lure them straight into your warmth—ready to push them over the edge.

You lured them in perfectly—slow, tempting, impossible to resist. Now they’re lost in waves of pleasure, shaking and helpless beneath you. Their sudden weakness is your advantage; you hold them tight, knowing you’ve broken their will.

You lean back, flaunting yourself to draw them in—but it works too well. They don’t hesitate. Instead of falling for it, they slam into you, hard and sudden, flipping the script. Your breath catches as you’re overwhelmed—no time to react, no chance to take back control.

She tenses beneath you, and just when you think she’ll break, she snaps back hard, taking you by surprise. Her smirk cuts through the haze, sharp and in control. You stumble, momentarily stunned, as she turns your advance against you.

You straddle them, the tight bunny suit clinging to every curve as you bounce with fierce rhythm. Their hands grip your hips, but you’re in control—wet and relentless. Then you feel it—the warmth flooding inside as they climax beneath you. You press down slowly, savoring every pulse while the suit hugs your body tight.

Behind the mask, you breathe hot and steady against his skin as your hand moves with expert teasing. Every stroke is designed to strip away his control. You watch his body tighten, knowing you’re driving him closer and closer to breaking.

You feel his body shudder beneath your touch as he finally breaks. Warmth spills over your hand and drips down as he erupt, his release messy and urgent against your skin. Behind the mask, you smile at the power you hold, savoring the proof of his surrender.

Your teasing backfires as his hands grab your mask, pulling it aside with a sharp yank. Before you can react, his length presses against your lips, forcing you to take him deep. Your breath catches, surprise and submission flooding in as he claims control.

Behind the mask, you breathe hot and steady against her skin as your hand moves with expert teasing. Every stroke is designed to strip away her control. You watch her body tighten, knowing you’re driving her closer and closer to breaking.

You feel her body shudder beneath your touch as they finally break. Warmth spills over your hand and drips down as she erupts, her release messy and urgent against your skin. Behind the mask, you smile at the power you hold, savoring the proof of her surrender.

Your teasing backfires as her hands grab your mask, pulling it aside with a sharp yank. Before you can react, her length presses against your lips, forcing you to take her deep. Your breath catches, surprise and submission flooding in as she claims control.

You lie back and lift your chest, the cow-print fabric tight against your skin. You squeeze your breasts together, letting them use you, each thrust pushing harder as you feel their restraint starting to slip.

You feel them twitch between your breasts—then the hot rush as they give in, spilling across your chest. Your cow-print lingerie is soaked, but the satisfied warmth spreading through you says you did your job.

You feel their restraint, like a game stretching on—no release yet. Your cheeks burn hot as they keep sliding between your breasts, using you mercilessly, teasing you as much as they’re teased.

You lie back and lift your chest, the cow-print fabric tight against your skin. You squeeze your breasts together, letting them use you, each thrust pushing harder as you feel their restraint starting to slip.

You feel them twitch between your breasts—then the hot rush as they give in, spilling across your chest. Your cow-print lingerie is soaked, but the satisfied warmth spreading through you says you did your job.

You feel their restraint, like a game stretching on—no release yet. Your cheeks burn hot as they keep sliding between your breasts, using you mercilessly, teasing you as much as they’re teased.