It’s time to let Bryce do some work and he’s proven he can be trusted, at least to make her cum…

Florence leaned forward, bending at the waist with less grace, but more arousal than before, letting her heavy breasts hang before Bryce as perfectly manicured fingers picked apart the silk stockings that held his hands to the chair. Bryce remembered to rub his wrists as if they were sore. Then he surged up like a wild animal, pressing her back against the desk, his eyes aflame. “Are you ready to give me this ass?” He asked, voice low, hands coming around to feel her ample ass.

“I said I would.” She responded.

Bryce smiled, pushing her back so she fell flat on the cleared desk. “Not an answer to my question. Are you ready for me to fuck this ass?”

Florence couldn’t believe it, she wasn’t some inexperienced little virgin who confused lust with love, and she was always the one in charge. She’d fucked professional athletes into sweaty, sated unconsciousness. She’d made men and women cum until they passed out, covered in their own fluids, she’d made them beg for more, then beg for rest, this boy couldn’t be stronger than her, couldn’t be better than her, not at sex. And yet she wanted to say no, she wanted to break her word, but she wouldn’t do that, she was stronger than that. She would show him. In point of fact, the fact that she’d done all the work, and the emotional turmoil and confusion which had weakened her, as much as his superhuman strength, superhero discipline and recent experience had strengthened him, which led them to near parity at this moment.

She looked up at the lean, strong boy—no man, who stood above her, cock wet from her mouth, her cunt, her orgasms, that cock twitching in anticipation of her ass. “Yes, I’m ready for you fuck my ass, and we’ll see how you do in the man breaker.” She pulled sore legs up with equally sore hands, spreading them along the edge of the desk with the flexibility of the gymnast she’d been until her tits got too big, and the flexibility of the slut she’d become since then. Her hands slid along her legs to her cunt, then to her ass, spreading her muscular cheeks for the cock she had to make cum, in order to prove that she was herself, in order to prove that Brenda had made a mistake, in order to not be one of those bitches, male or female, who she’d always been stronger than. Others begged, others broke, she seduced and enjoyed herself. “Bring it on!” She said, in a tone that was supposed to be defiant, but which was clearly exhausted.