At first, you take your time. Slow, deliberate movements, savoring the velvety, burning texture that draws you in with each withdrawal. Its walls throb around you, squeezing with an almost possessive greed, as if to steal every last drop before you even reach orgasm. But Roxanne isn't made for patience. Her fangs gleam, her body arches against the bonds, her hoarse voice breaks into a breathless command:
"Harder... fuck me like your life depends on it."
You give in. Your thrusts become brutal, deep, relentless. The table creaks under the onslaught, her thighs tremble violently, and her intimacy contracts with each penetration, drawing you even deeper inside her. Her hoarse moans fill the room—animalistic howls, forbidden echoes that reverberate through the empty corridors of the Pizzaplex.
Your hands grip her generous hips, forcing her to bend under your rhythm. Orgasm hits her like a storm: her whole body convulses, chains clattering wildly, hot juices running down her thighs as her walls tighten in frenzied spasms, dragging you to the edge of the precipice.
"Fill me..." she moaned in a broken gasp, her voice cracking with pure ecstasy.
You can't resist any longer. One last violent thrust, and you explode inside her. Your pleasure erupts in powerful jets, flooding her eager heat. Roxy screams again, wracked by uncontrollable spasms, her tail whipping the air, her body submerged by waves of ecstasy.
On the surveillance cameras, the image is crystal clear: Roxanne Wolf, the arrogant queen of the Pizzaplex, now tied up, defeated, offered up and fulfilled by your domination.
When you finally withdraw, still trembling, her yellow gaze is still fixed on you – bright, insatiable. A predatory smile stretches her lips.
This was just the beginning.
Ready to tame the Bound She-Wolf and transform your nights into forbidden fantasies?
