Continue letting her humiliate you

Violet walk over to you, her bosoms almost bursting from her fighting clothes. A cheetah stalking her meek prey. She held a beaming smile that could melt this snowy field like a superheat ray. Her hands fonds over your chest as the Muslim descent girl stare up into your eyes.

"Did you miss me? Mmm you been up to no good when mommy isn't looking, haven't you." Her soft voice lures you deeper into her control.

"I'm ah sorry mommy." You said slipping back into the same mindset when you and she were in the classroom. Your heart beating faster in her presence. Feeling weak, wanting to conform to her idealistic design of you. Be her pet, her whatever.

Violet's hands find your cock. She caressed your crotch in a slow devilishly manner. She kisses your neck with her full dark lips, your body in moral excitement. You wonder what the teachers thought about this combat engagement. How you went from outsmarting the competition to being putty in this woman's hands.

"No... No... I take back what I said. You are a good boy. Mommy good little boy. Now mommy gonna let you decide what happens, you can fuck me, asshole or pussy. Get another bj, or you can decide to let mommy do what she wants. Because at the end of this match, mommy will win, got that."

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