She rides you

"What do you mean?" You ask. "Can't you just let me go?"

"Oh I could. But Amanda got her fun with my toy" she coos as she pivots around the chair "why shouldn't I get to do the same with hers?" Up close, you see a pair of very faint greenish circles glowing from a few inches in front of you. It dawns on you that Amoy is wearing night vision goggles. That's why she can move so easily in the room. She's known where you were from the start. You feel her move her arms suddenly to the seat of the chair and grabs your waistband and immediately pulls your pants and underwear down. A sickening tearing sound accompanies the movement and you doubt either survived the endeavor.

"I think I'll ride you here in this chair. That should earn your keep." You hear some shuffling and then you feel her position herself over your lap. The green dots point towards you and you feel her slide onto your eagerly waiting cock. "hmmm...a decent size too..." she mutters

"No please" you start "I just want to get out of here"

She chuckles and playfully caresses your cheek. "Oh you will....mmm...in due time baby." She starts slowly moving up and down, holding your face in her warm hands. "Less talking though" You can barely see an outline of her face, but that's it as she moves in to kiss you forcefully. There is little you can do with your arms and legs restrained, you feel her **** her tongue in and find it rather pleasurable. Certainly more so than the Passion Pitcher has been. She keeps kissing you as her tempo increases and you begin to wonder why you ever objected. She's rocking your world with **** and overwhelming you with no effort on your end. Her movements are fluid, fast and deep as she takes every inch of you on every thrust into her.

Is this right? No certainly it's not. Does it matter? Your thoughts fade as the minutes, or perhaps even a hour passes. You lose care as you are overwhelmed with please. Your exhausted and already milked cock is covered in several layers of her Amoy's cum when you begin to pant and she stops kissing you "yes boy, give it to me now!" You shudder and unleash a load into her as she moans.

"Oh you are a good workout. You will help keep fall practice fun for sure. We'll definitely have to work you up to a spring endurance though."

They want more? Every part of you aches and the Pashion Pitcher and Amoy did most of the work today.

She slides off of you and walks away while you pant and recover. She tosses you your phone and something soft but thin. "I seemed to have ruined your pants. You'll have to wear these now."

You hear a brief click on a panel elsewhere and are blinded as the lights flood on. Amoy stands a few feet in front of you with her back to you. She's wearing black yoga pants with a tight fighting school tshirt. Her ass is tight and firm. She turns and you see that she looks like a Wakandan soldier with muscles rippling everywhere. He chest was a bit above average but nothing remarkable. You look around and see that she had given you a pair of large lacey panties and a pair of yoga pants that said "Bitch Boi" on the rear. You blush and say "I can't..."

"...Thank me enough? "Amoy finishes for you, although that wasn't what you were going to say. "Don't worry about it. Come now, dress quickly. I promised you freedom. Let me show you the way out before another player...shall we say...greets you."