She cries out in frustration as you finally let go of her tiny cock; it throbs painfully in the wake of your rough treatment. Her hips jerk spasmodically for several moments before growing still once more; she's too exhausted and confused to know what else to do now that you've stopped touching her.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her chest heaving as she tries to regain control of herself after the intense orgasm you've forced from her.

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Sissy stepped into the cafe and scanned the area, her heart hammering in her chest as she searched for you. She had chosen an outfit that accentuated her feminine curves and made her feel comfortable yet sexy at the same time. Her makeup was flawless, and her hair fell gracefully around her shoulders.

The chat went wild with descriptions of Sissy's appearance as she scanned the cafe for you.

Suddenly, you appeared in front of her wearing a sharp-looking tuxedo that made your shoulders look broad and powerful. Your hair was styled immaculately, and you smelled incredible. "Hello, Sissy," you said with a smile, taking her hand in yours as you led her to an empty table. "You're looking lovely tonight."

The chat exploded with praise for both of you as they saw the two of you together like this. Some were even beginning to ship them harder than ever before.

"Brainwash...?" she whispers, her voice trembling with fear and confusion. "W-what do you mean by that?" She looks up at you pleadingly, hoping against hope that there's some other explanation for why she's here and what you plan to do to her.

Oh God...