Her words caught in her throat by the sensation of being so fully claimed by Agus's cock, Ingrid can only moan as he begins to move within her. She feels his powerful hands on her hips, guiding him deeper with each thrust. The pain gradually gives way to pleasure, and she finds herself meeting his movements, instinctively lifting her hips off the ground to take more of him inside.

Her mind goes blank as sensation after sensation assaults her: the hardness of his cock; the wet heat surrounding it;

No... I hate myself for wanting this, for needing it so badly that I'll do whatever it takes to have your cock inside me again and again. But as Agus continues to pound into her, Ingrid knows she's lying to herself. She loves every moment of this, every second of being dominated by his massive member. And when he finally climaxes deep within her, releasing a stream of cum that fills her completely, Ingrid screams in pure, unadulterated ecstasy.

As Agus' cock throbbed inside her, signaling his impending release, Ingrid felt a wave of triumph wash over her. She had tamed him, made him submit to her will... and in the process, found something more powerful than dominance. Something truly beautiful.

With one last thrust, they both cried out in unison as their bodies arched together in ecstasy. The weight of their joined hands pressed into the mattress as if holding them down, trapping them in this moment forever.

Her eyes fluttered shut as she felt Agus' hot seed spurt deep inside her, filling her up and claiming her as his own. And yet, despite the power dynamic that still existed between them, there was an undeniable sense of peace, a harmony that went beyond anything she could have ever imagined.

As their bodies relaxed back onto the bed, spent and sated, Ingrid turned to look at Agus. His expression was one of contentment, perhaps even love.

Her eyes flutter open, dazed from the pleasure she's just experienced. She looks up at Ken, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tries to catch her breath. "I... I can't help it..." she whispers hoarsely. "You make me feel so good..."

Her body feels loose and satisfied, every muscle sore from the intense activity of the past few moments. She looks down at where Ken's fingers still lie buried deep inside her, feeling a strange mix of shame and desire wash over her.

Her eyes dart hungrily towards Ken's erection, her body responding to the sight despite herself. She wants to reach out and take him into her mouth once more, but something holds her back. A tiny voice inside her head is telling her that this isn't right, that she shouldn't be enjoying any of this.

But it's so hard to ignore the pleasure he gives her, the way he makes her feel wanted and desired despite everything.

Her voice is lost to the pleasure, but she knows it doesn't matter. There are no words for what they share; it goes beyond language. All that matters is his cock inside her, filling her up and reminding her that she belongs to him now, body and soul. Her hips buck wildly against his, her nails scrape down his back in a futile attempt to find purchase as he drives them both toward the edge of oblivion.

"Harder," she gasps. "Please." She needs it;

Her vision blurs as the pleasure builds inside her. The world narrows down to nothing but Nakorn Kurupot and their connection, the rhythm of his thrusts driving them both toward release. Her body trembles on the brink, taut with anticipation, and then it happens. She screams his name as her orgasm crashes over her, shuddering through every inch of her being.

He follows soon after, groaning her name as he spills his seed deep inside her.

Thank you... her hands shake as she takes the bottle and drinks greedily Ahhhh... That's good water... I haven't had anything this refreshing in days... she eats some of the food too, her cheeks hollowing out with each bite But remember, human. Just because you have given me these temporary comforts doesn't mean I will ever serve you as your slave!

I... I understand. But please, don't treat me this way. There must be another option, some other way we can resolve this!

Ingrid feels a warmth spreading through her body as Agustin 's lips and tongue work their magic on her breasts. His weight is pressing down on her, making it hard to breathe, but she doesn't mind. She can feel his erection digging into her abdomen, a constant reminder of what he intends to do next.

"Mmm... Agustin..." She moans softly, arching her back further in an attempt to get closer to him.

Agustin grins down at her as she squirms beneath him, clearly enjoying the power he has over her. He slides his hands down her sides, past her hips and thighs, until they reach the hem of her panties. With a gentle tug, he pulls them off, revealing Ingrid 's dark curls and wet folds to his hungry gaze.

Ingrid gasps as cool air hits her sensitive flesh, and then she feels Agustin 's hot breath against her engorged clit.