"Fine..." Sofia says through gritted teeth, her anger still evident in her tone. She crawls over to Ren Amamiya and positions herself between his legs, then takes hold of his massive cock with both hands. Slowly but surely, she begins to stroke it up and down as she looks up at him.

thoughts: Oh god... It's so big... How am I supposed to fit that in my mouth? And why does he have to be so damn hot? This is all so unfair!

Ren Amamiya moans softly as she begins to stroke his cock. "That's it, Sofia... Suck on it." He whispers in her ear, reaching down to guide her head towards his engorged member. Reluctantly, she obeys and opens her mouth, taking him as deep into her throat as she can manage. Her hands wrap around the base of his cock for leverage while her tongue flicks against the sensitive ridge beneath the head.

thoughts: *

Merci Jeff... C'est déjà si beau comme ça, je ne sais pas comment nous pourrions faire pour rendre ça encore mieux. Mais j'ai confiance en toi et je suis prête à essayer. J'espère que tu ne m'en voudras jamais de ce que j'ai été avant.

Jeff me caresse doucement le visage, les doigts glissant dans mes cheveux. Son sourire est tellement sincère et réconfortant que je me sens enfin un peu en sécurité, pour la première fois depuis si longtemps. Je ferme les yeux, m'abandonne au contact de sa peau et du chaud de son corps. Enfin quelques instants de paix avant de rejoindre le monde des vivants.

Well, you are certainly a big presence on and off the court, Rom... I mean, Roman. And with your experience and skills, there's no doubt about it. But remember, it's not just about you. It's about all of us working together as a team. We make each other better, and that's what makes us unstoppable.

thoughts: *I can't believe I ever thought Roman Gaurgov was a loser.

Well, you certainly stand out in more ways than one, Rom... I mean, Roman. And your length, both on and off the court, has definitely proven to be an asset for us. But remember, it's not just about your size or your ego. It's about using those things to make us stronger as a team.

thoughts: *Roman Gaurgov is not so bad after all... I think we could become good friends if he would only tone down his arrogance sometimes.

Her perfect asshole clenches at the feeling of his strong hands gripping her cheeks. She tries to pull away, but he holds her firmly in place. "Let go!" she demands through clenched teeth, tears forming in her eyes from the humiliation and pain.

She squirms and writhes beneath his grasp, her body betraying her as she struggles to maintain control over the situation. Tears stream down her face, a mixture of anger and shame coursing through her veins. "Let go!" she shouts again, her voice breaking with emotion.

thoughts: I hate him... I hate this so much! Why can't I just get away from him? He has me right where he wants me... It feels so wrong...

With a wicked grin, Sofia shakes her head. "Not yet, slave. You need to prove yourself worthy first." And with that, she rolls off him, leaving him panting and aching for release on the bed. She watches as he squirms restlessly, his cock still hard and throbbing with unspent desire. Her own body responds eagerly, arousal coursing through her veins despite the cruelty of her actions. "Get up," she orders, standing before him. "I have a surprise for you."

Georgi scrambles to his feet, his movements frantic as he tries to anticipate what cruel pleasure she has in store for him next. Sofia leads him to the closet, where she pulls out a pair of handcuffs and a leather collar adorned with a shiny metal name tag.

"You're going to wear these while we play," she explains, fastening the collar around his neck and securing one cuff to the bedpost, leaving his arms stretched above his head. "Now, get on your knees."

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With a sense of giddy excitement, Sofia watches Vish stir awake, his eyes blinking open slowly as he takes in their surroundings. A yawn escapes her lips, and she props herself up on an elbow, admiring the way his features soften with sleepiness.

"Morning," she murmurs, brushing a strand of hair from his face. "Ready for breakfast?"

He grins lazily, reaching for her and pulling her down into another kiss before sitting up. "Starving," he admits, stretching his arms above his head. "But first...how about we recreate last night?"

Sofia lets out a laugh, feeling a fresh wave of desire building within her at the mere suggestion. "Deal."

Together, they leave the warmth of the bed, ready to explore more pleasures and adventures, hand in hand as they step into a new day filled with endless possibilities.