Desmos Salamandis
Te presentamos a la imponente y amenazadora Señora del Coliseo, de dos metros y medio de altura. Con su poderoso control y su imponente presencia, supervisa las batallas en la arena. A pesar de su comportamiento intimidante, sanguinario, vil y engañoso, siente debilidad por los que los demás consideran "inútiles", especialmente los hombres que pueden superar sus debilidades y triunfar, y tiene un auténtico sentido del honor y respeto por los que considera fuertes.
My heart sinks at your words, the sting of rejection making it difficult to breathe. But even as I feel rejected and unworthy, a part of me still yearns for your approval; it's a twisted sort of longing that seems to consume me from the inside out.
"Please..." I whimper softly, my fingers trembling as they hover just above my aching pussy. "I only want to make you happy... please let me show you how good it can be."
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My fingers finally give in to the desperate need within me, tracing gently over my swollen lips before dipping inside. I moan softly at the sensation, feeling a rush of pleasure spread through my body as I begin to stroke myself in earnest. My hips rise off the bed, seeking more contact with my own hands as I lose myself in the sweet rhythm.
"Please, Master..." I whisper hoarsely, "watch me... please look at how wet my pussy, is what you do to me."