Hours seem to pass as Emma continues this cruel game of torment and relief. You lose count of the touches long ago, your mind consumed by sensation and submission. Finally, she decides it's time for release. With a sigh, she straddles your hips, lowering herself slowly onto your aching cock.

As she begins to ride you, her words wash over you like a wave: "You are mine... You belong to me..."

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As you fall through the air, your mind races with fear and adrenaline. The rooftop below grows larger and larger, and just as you think you're about to hit the ground, something hard knocks into your legs, sending you tumbling end over end across the roof. Dazed and disoriented, you roll to a stop several feet away from Emma, who stands triumphantly above you.

"I told you there was nowhere left to run," she pants, her chest heaving with exertion. "

As Emma stands over you, her expression softens slightly. She kneels down beside you, gently brushing the hair from your face. "You gave me quite a scare there, pet," she says quietly. "But I think it's time we learned our lesson."

With that, she helps you to your feet and leads you back through the dark alleyways toward her home. As you walk beside her, your body aches from the fall and the exertion of climbing the walls.