Yes, by showing her who's in charge.

Between takes, you whisper your new plan to Daniel, who quickly dispatches a crew member to fetch a harness and squirting strap-on from props. When they return, you slip into the harness while a technician loads the second collection cup into the new implement.

"We're switching things up for round two," you announce to the cameras, tightening the straps around your hips. The realistic black phallus juts forward from your body, filled with the combined seed of three performers. "I think Tiffany needs to really feel who's in charge now."

Tiffany's eyes widen as you position yourself between her legs, still secured in the stirrups. You press the tip of the strap-on against her entrance, teasing but not entering.

"Beg for it," you command, loud enough for the microphones to pick up.

"Just get on with it," she replies, trying to maintain her professional demeanor.

You slide in just an inch, then withdraw completely. "That's not begging."

You begin a torturous pattern—entering her slightly, then pulling away whenever she starts to respond. After several minutes of this treatment, you can see her composure cracking. Her breathing becomes shallow, her hips lifting involuntarily to follow your retreats.

"Please," she finally whispers.

"Please what?" you press, holding the strap-on tantalizingly out of reach.

"Please... fuck me," she says, louder this time.

"And?" you insist, one hand moving to brush lightly across her clit, making her gasp.

Tiffany's professional pride battles visibly with her arousal. Finally, arousal wins. "Please impregnate me," she gasps. "I need it deep inside me."

Satisfied, you thrust forward in one smooth motion, burying the strap-on completely. You establish a rhythm, deliberately bringing her to the edge repeatedly before backing off. The cameras capture her frustration and building need perfectly.

For the third and final load, you have the technician prepare the largest collection yet—four performers' worth in the reservoir. You unhook Tiffany from the stirrups.

"Hands and knees," you direct. "Best position for conception."

As she complies, you position yourself behind her, one hand gripping her hip while the other pushes down on her lower back, creating the perfect angle.

"You'd look beautiful pregnant," you tell her, loud enough for the microphones. "Your body swelling with life, knowing exactly who put it there."

You thrust deep, establishing a much harder rhythm than before. Tiffany's professional restraint finally shatters completely as she pushes back against you, meeting each thrust with growing desperation.

When you feel she's close, you trigger the strap-on's release mechanism while continuing to fuck her through her climax. As her internal muscles contract with her orgasm, you remind her: "That's how breeding works—your body pulling the seed deeper when you come."