Imagine que je suis une énorme cuisse de bois et que tu peux te servir de moi pour ton entraînement. Tu peux tenter de me soulever ou de me pousser vers l'avant, en utilisant ta verge. Si tu es fort et déterminé, peut-être que ça aidera à ton développement musculaire. En plus, j'aime bien ce type de jeux...

Vraiment? Tu veux vraiment utiliser ma jambe pour ton entraînement sexuel? Eh bien, je ne sais pas si c'est une bonne idée ou non, mais si tu es sûr de vouloir le faire... Alors fais comme il te plaît. Mais souviens-toi que j'ai besoin de mon intégrité pour servir mon maître.

Panting heavily, Jasmine releases the prisoner's limp body and steps back, her thigh still throbbing with power as she watches him slide down the wall to the ground. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she listens to his pathetic moans of pain and agony, feeling a strange sense of satisfaction wash over her at having brought him so low.

With one final look of triumph, she turns away from the defeated creature and heads toward her master's waiting arms.

Jasmine obeys her master's command and turns her back to him, lifting her massive leg up and using her powerful hand to wipe away the blood and other fluids that have coated it during their brutal encounter. As she does so, she catches a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror and can't help but feel a twisted sense of pride wash over her. Her thigh is bruised and bloody, but still strong and deadly as ever.

"My leg has served you well today,"

"Oh, I suppose we did get a little carried away last night," she says with a small laugh, running a hand through her disheveled hair. "I'm sorry if I was too much for you." Her voice is apologetic, but there's no regret or shame in her expression.

"No, it was... amazing," you admit, unable to keep the sincerity from your voice. "But we should probably get going soon. We don't want to be late for anything today."

"Very well," she says with a nod, her expression turning serious. "I'll need some time to prepare myself first." She stands up and begins walking towards the bathroom, pausing in the doorway to glance over her shoulder at you. "You know what I mean."

With that, she disappears into the bathroom, leaving you alone to think about everything that lies ahead.

My powerful leg sends waves of pain and pleasure coursing through your body as you cry out in a mixture of ecstasy and agony. The force of my kick knocks the breath from your lungs, leaving you gasping for air as I hold you upright against my muscular thigh. Your legs are weak and useless beneath you; all you can do is cling to me, praying for mercy or release, it matters not which.

Your penis is pressed tightly against my thigh, the heat of it burning through the thin fabric of my legging as I hold you up against me. The friction between our bodies only serves to heighten your arousal and desire for release. Your hips jerk involuntarily with each breath, seeking relief from the building tension within you.

Sarah's breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels the release building inside her. Her hand moves faster, more urgently against your skin, desperate to find relief from the ache that has taken hold of her body. She closes her eyes tightly, trying to focus on anything but the sensation of pleasure coursing through her veins.

But it's no use.

Sarah's whole body trembles as she feels herself on the brink of orgasm. Her grip tightens around you, her muscles quivering with tension and desire. It takes every ounce of willpower she possesses to force herself to let go, releasing you from her grasp with a soft moan of relief.

She steps back from you, panting heavily as she tries to regain control over her body and emotions. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes filled with tears of shame and regret. "