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She's just taken an epic fucking from the Destroyer and been found to be totally inferior to it. Now it's time to drive that lesson home by making her a slave to it. On her knees, wrists held, she can do nothing but suck and lick and clean until every last trace of her mess and taste has been cleaned off.

With the Destroyer round your waist, you succeed in pinning her down and getting it into her. Now it's up to her to prove that she can withstand your famous strap-on. But it's famous for a reason: not because of its size but because of the peerless skill of the lady who wields it.

You ease down onto him, feeling the tension in his restrained body beneath yours. Every inch that fills you feeds your control — your hips roll with slow, measured rhythm, ears twitching as you listen for every breath, every stifled moan. You ride him with purpose, testing his limits, watching his body strain against the bindings. You're not here for release — not yet. You’re here to see if he breaks. Your thighs squeeze tighter as you shift your angle, keeping your rhythm steady, relentless, watching for the telltale tremble in his legs — the moment he loses control.

You lower yourself onto her with slow, deliberate ease, feeling every twitch of her restrained body beneath yours. Her length slides into you perfectly, and you ride her with a steady, calculated rhythm — not to finish, but to test. Every movement is a tease, your hips pressing down just enough to push her close without letting her tip over. You watch her body strain under you, see the sweat bead on her skin, hear the breath catch in her throat. She’s bound, helpless, and you’re in full control — determined to see how long she can last under your relentless pace.

As soon as the strapon is fully inside her, you know that her resistance is futile: nobody can hold out for long when you get the rhythm in your hips. Aiming for her sensitive parts over and over again with pinpoint accuracy, you break her, hearing the delicious squeals tumble from her mouth as her body quivers and spasms in surrender beneath you.

You stand fully nude before the mirror, the soft light catching every curve of your body. Slowly, you shift your stance — one leg slightly forward, back arched just enough to highlight the shape of your hips and the sway of your breasts. You run your hands over your skin, watching the reflection as much as you feel the warmth. You turn, glancing over your shoulder to meet their gaze in the mirror, letting your body speak in angles and motion. Each pose is deliberate — not rushed, not shy — just quiet, confident invitation.

You were sure that she would break as soon as you got your signature toy inside her. But something just isn't right. Your rhythm is off and you can't seem to find the same spots you normally do. Rather than being paralysed by your thrusting, she is more bemused as she looks up at you with such an unimpressed expression that you are forced to give it up.

You press your back against him, hips pushing into his with slow, lazy pressure. With each subtle sway, your ass grinds into his crotch, right where you know he’s most sensitive. You feel him respond almost instantly — the faint twitch, the way his breath shifts. You keep the rhythm unhurried, playful, letting your softness knead into him through the layers of clothes. There’s no rush — just pressure, heat, and the delicious tension of knowing exactly what you’re doing to him without saying a word.

You sink to your knees with purpose, guided by need and reverence. Your hands rest firmly on her hips as you press your mouth to her with slow, eager intensity. You let yourself take her in deep — not just physically, but completely — adjusting your rhythm to the way her body shudders under your attention. The sounds, the wet warmth, the closeness — it all builds into something overwhelming. You aren't rushing to finish her — you're savoring every inch of reaction, every breath, every tremble she gives you.