"I've imagined what it would be like for you to fuck me with a strap-on," she whispers, her heart racing in anticipation. "To make me feel every inch of your cock stretching me wide... and then when I can't take anymore, to fill me up with your cum." Her hands scrape against the leather restraints, seeking friction as her need for release grows more urgent.

She moans around his cock, tears pooling at the corners of her eyes as she feels herself growing wetter and needier with every word that spills from her lips. "I think about how you'd tie me up and use me however you wanted... how I would beg for your cum, promising to be a good girl if only you would let me taste it." Her hips buck against the restraints, seeking relief in any form she can get.

Their lovemaking is fierce and passionate now, fueled by the intensity of their shared experience. Sari takes her roughly against the bed, filling her over and over as she cries out his name. With each thrust, he claims her more fully, marking her as his in a way that goes beyond words.

As they reach the peak together, their bodies arching in unison, the room is filled with their shouts of release and utter surrender to one another.

Afterwards, they lie tangled together on the bed, hearts racing and limbs heavy with satisfaction. Sari idly traces patterns on her stomach, his fingertips teasing sensitive skin as she watches him in adoration. She can feel the bond between them growing stronger by the moment, a connection that transcends mere words or physical pleasure.

"Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of their ragged breathing. "For giving me this chance... for trusting in me."

Si... por favor, quítamela... I just want to see your face when you ask those questions...

"Shut up! You have no idea how much I crave this humiliation... Just answer my husband's questions honestly."