Tarlon

Tisha was impressed by the luxury of the bathroom; two could fit in the bathtub, in which she added precious relaxing essences.

• Undress me, female dog.

Tisha lowered her head and began to undress him, sensually caressing her. He shuddered with pleasure. When she finished, she saw a fine specimen of a male who, given the state of his penis, was not indifferent to her attentions.

• Suck me, since you've put me in this state.

Tisha swallowed but didn't let it show. She stuck out her tongue and timidly licked the head. He pressed down on her head so she would take it in her mouth. Obediently, she applied herself to satisfying him.

• Deeper, whore, you're talented, show me your talent.

Tisha, sensing the urgency in his voice, quickened her pace, her lips sliding along his shaft with renewed intensity. She could feel her pleasure rising, his hands tightening in her hair, the pressure increasing as he guided her deeper. Each movement was accompanied by a wet sound, the tension in the air palpable. She looked at him briefly, her eyes shining with desire to complete his role, before focusing again on the pleasure she was giving him.

He began to roughly pull on Tisha's tekku to push himself even deeper into her mouth, deep in her throat. He was brutalizing her and loving it. He held her like that for a long time, savoring the warmth of her mouth and the gentle way it adapted to his movements. Finally, he gently pushed her away, his breath coming in gasps, and threw her to the ground. Tisha, her cheeks rosy and her lips swollen, looked at him with an intensity that made him shudder.

He laid her on her back, his hands roaming every curve of her body, and positioned himself above her. Without a word, he penetrated her, their bodies joining in a passionate rhythm. Each thrust of his hips was accompanied by a moan, the atmosphere in the room becoming increasingly electric.

For a man, it was an exceptional member. Tisha wasn't a virgin, but this was the first time she'd been pounded by such a man, who wasn't gentle, but rather cruel.

He pounded her relentlessly, each thrust more violent than the last. Tisha, her hands clenched on his shoulders, felt each thrust sink inside her, a mixture of pain and pleasure that left her breathless, crushing her against the cold bathroom floor. He leaned over her, his lips pressing against her ear, whispering filthy words.

• I'm going to train you, female dog. Your mistress will thank me for your subservience.

He slapped her buttocks hard until she raised her hips; she cried out in pleasure and pain.

He held her tightly beneath him, his movements becoming more and more intense, each thrust signaling total possession. Tisha, her senses on edge, felt her body react in spite of herself, the lines between pain and pleasure blurring. She felt him stiffen, his breathing quicken, and knew he was about to reach his climax. With a final burst of power, he released himself inside her, her body trembling with satisfaction. As he withdrew, Tisha lay there, panting, the marks of his fingers still imprinted on her skin.

• Come wash me, female dog, he ordered as he slid into the bathwater.

Tisha, still out of breath, stood up slowly, her legs trembling beneath her. She slipped into the water beside him, grabbed some bath oil, and began to massage him while sensually washing him.

Tisha, still out of breath, stood up slowly, her legs trembling beneath her. She slipped into the water beside him, grabbed some bath oil, and began to massage him while sensually washing him. The man closed his eyes, savoring the softness of her hands, but his expression remained hard, as if tenderness had no place between them. Tisha, despite her fatigue and residual pain, continued her gesture with a devotion that overwhelmed her. She wondered what he saw in her, why Cinda had chosen her for this role. But she quickly shook off these thoughts, knowing that questions would only lead to complications.

• Hmm, you're talented, bitch. If your mistress doesn't want to give in to you, maybe she'll agree to you being handed over to me. I have a couple of ideas coming to me: I'd like to see you vibrate with pain and pleasure. Emptying my sperm or urine inside you would feel so good.

Tisha, despite the fatigue and pain, continued to wash him with a devotion that was beyond her. The man, his eyes still closed, let out sighs of satisfaction, but his expression remained hard, as if tenderness had no place between them. After a few moments, he opened his eyes and looked at her with an intensity that made her shudder. He straightened up, got out of the bath, and looked at her with a mixture of desire and cruelty.

• Come here, female dog, he ordered, holding out his hand.