In the sultry haze of anticipation, Ms. B yields completely, sliding into a shimmering sheer bodysuit that hugs her every curve like liquid temptation, paired with a vice-like black corset that squeezes her breath into ragged gasps of surrender. She submits utterly to Sir, her body his to command, pulse racing as he fastens the cuffs around her wrists and ankles. "Show me," he demands, his voice a low rumble of hunger, compelling her to pose for him—limbs extended, form twisting in vulnerable allure—so he can feast his eyes on just how devastatingly sexy she is, bound and bared under his scrutiny. He leads her to the bed, securing her cuffed there in helpless exposure, her skin flushing with the thrill of captivity. The Wand Vibrator awakens in his hand, its insistent thrum pressed firmly against her most sensitive core, building and breaking her in relentless waves—multiple orgasms tearing through her like forbidden lightning, leaving her drenched and shuddering, utterly spent yet craving more. hooded in darkness that heightens every touch, she is commanded to suck Sir's cock, her lips parting eagerly as he guides his cock deep into her mouth, filling her with his unyielding heat, her submission deepening with each controlled thrust. At last, he claims her fully, driving into her slick, tight pussy with raw dominance, pounding until he floods her depths with a thick, creamy release—his essence marking her from the inside out, sealing her as his perfect, ruined prize.
