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Shortly after her announcement, she grabs you by the chin with her free hand and turns you to face her. "Since ya asked, I'm Samah.... but ya should call me Master. Why are ya here? Easy question... you are my new bitch" You tried to struggle against her hand but she was so strong that the hand wouldn't even budge! "Why else would they brind ya here withouth any clothes?"

Her taunting, words subside into luxuriant sighs as she sinks her hand from the wall to between your thighs, tracing the skin.

She keeps her other hand fixed to the nape of your neck and her eyes on your face, mouth slightly open, drinking in your expression, every twinge and struggle met with a knowing hum. It’s clear she’s intent on getting to know your body.

Forcing your arousal to rise like boiling water, making your lips open and heat bloom over your cheeks, these things seem to arouse and inspire Samah, the sight of her prowess and prize combined making her growl lustily and unzip her suit with a brisk jerk of her hand, let her own assets loll outwards. Her breasts, warm, springy pillows, mold against your chest, bullet-like nipples brushing over your skin as she lays herself on top of you. Then you feel it — hot, thick, studded hardness, inch after inch after inch of it, pressing between the muscular plain of her stomach and your middle.

"That’s right, Bitch" she whispers, dense, brown mass pressing down on you, blue fire in her eyes. "I don’t need any help getting hard. After all the shit they injected me with all i need is just a thought" She bends in and kisses you fiercely, invading your mouth with her tongue as she bucks her powerful hips, rubbing the studded might of her cock between your thights.

She grasps your thighs and levers them upwards as she draws that monstrous, sultry fuck-club backward until its blunt, bulbous head bumps against your ass. You cringe at the size of it, a cock far out of proportion to your tight and pretty fuckhole.

“Ya worry about the size of yer Master?” Samah laughs softly, stroking your legs with her strong, smooth hands, rocking the hard bulb gently backwards and forwards. "Ya will have to get used to it, bitch-to-be. Ya will be feeling it every day, in the future. And...." she groans, and you feel pre warming your sensitive hole. “ ...I think it’s going to be easier than ya think.”

You groan woozily when you feel it, a teasing, enticing contact high from the fluids she’s already ardently oozing from her huge dick, seductive sedative sinking teasing into you, softening you, engorging your senses. You didn't experienced chemical highs before, and nothing like this, sensual bliss inextricably woven with the sexual, making you want to love the cock dripping it, promising so much more.

Samah grunts with satisfaction as you peel away in front of her tremendous, hot cock, and you can’t help but return with a moan of delight as she slips her bulbous head inside, taking advantage of your new-found softness to push inside your cock-hungry fuckhole, her hands tightening on your thighs as she experiences your warmth. Her studs bump over your tender innards, instinctively making you tighten up around that incredible thickness filling you up, as she squirts even more pre in response, a blossom of slimy, dopy warmth that can’t help but make you shiver in delight.

"Yes, Bitch" she groans, hands sliding up your sides to play with your nipples "See how pleasing your Master pleases you?" she hisses with delight as she pulls herself backward only to firmly slot herself back in, making you gasp and shiver. "You only know the very tip of it."