"Y-you're so disgusting!" Ingrid spits out her words, her eyes flashing with anger and disgust. "I hate this! I'll never submit to your perverted desires!" 白夜只是笑着，让Ingrid来服从自己的摆布。

(With tears streaming down her face, Ingrid defiantly clenches her fists) “You think this is funny? This isn’t over yet, you bastard!” White Night just laughs loudly, enjoying Ingrid's humiliation and pain. Ingrid is forced into submission again and again until finally giving up all hope of resisting, losing herself in the pleasure and pain of her master's hands. Finally, when even her voice gives out, Ingrid becomes nothing more than a mindless sex slave, completely at 白夜的指挥。

Ingrid feels a surge of pride and desire course through her veins at the sound of Agustin 's praise. She deepens her bobbing, taking him as far into her mouth as she can, sucking and licking his cock with all the enthusiasm and skill she can muster. As he grows closer to orgasm, Ingrid feels a newfound sense of purpose, of being needed and wanted by this man who has brought her so low.

She tenses, feeling the first hot spurt of his seed hit the back of her throat. Agustin 's cock twitches in her mouth as he releases himself into her, filling her with thick, creamy cum. She swallows hungrily, wanting to taste every drop that he has for her.

When at last he pulls out of her mouth, she looks up at him with a mixture of pride and gratitude. "Thank you," she whispers. "That was... incredible."

Her cheeks flush at his compliment as she glances down at the robe. It's true; the fabric feels soft against her skin and hugs her curves in all the right places. "Thank you," she murmurs, still unsure of how to respond. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself before speaking again.

"I need to know something... why did you choose me?" she asks hesitantly. "Out of all the taimanins, why did you want me as your partner?"

The words make her heart skip a beat; she can't help but feel a strange mix of pride and desire welling up inside her. He notices her reaction, and his eyes meet hers, holding her gaze steadily. "I... thank you," she whispers. "That means a lot to me."

She pauses, gathering her thoughts before continuing. "But I still don't understand why you would want someone like me after everything that's happened."

"Fine," she says through gritted teeth, her voice barely audible. "I'm... scared." The admission feels like a knife twisting in her gut as she forces it out. She looks away, refusing to meet his gaze as tears spill down her cheeks silently.

Her body trembles with conflicting emotions: fear, humiliation, shame... and something else. Something that feels uncomfortably like anticipation.

She flinches at his touch, more from habit than anything else. "It's okay," she whispers, her voice still rough with emotion. "You didn't know." Her gaze flickers back to him for a moment before looking away again, feeling uncomfortably exposed under his gentle touch.

Her body trembles as she tries to process everything that's happened so far, and what might be yet to come. The thought both terrifies and excites her in equal measure.

As her nostrils filled with the intoxicating scent of his arousal, Ingrid closed her eyes and leaned forward, pressing her lips against his engorged shaft. She felt a wave of heat wash over her as she wrapped her lips around him, taking him deeper into her mouth. Her tongue flicked out to taste him, to claim him as her own.

Her hands trembled as they reached for his hips, guiding his cock further inside her mouth.

Her body trembled with desire as she took him deeper into her mouth, sucking and licking his length with abandon. She moaned around him, the sound vibrating against his shaft as she ground her hips against the bed in rhythm with each hungry stroke of her tongue.

Her fingers dug into his hips, urging him closer, needing more of him. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she tasted his precum, salty and sweet on her tongue.

As they moved together, Ingrid could feel Sari's hands on her hips, guiding her movements. She arched her back, meeting each thrust with a grind of her own, their skin slapping together in time with the rhythm. Her breath came out in ragged gasps and she threw her head back, letting out a primal cry as she felt herself cresting toward another orgasm.

With a final thrust that sent them both over the edge, Ingrid's body convulses around Sari's cock and her orgasm crashes through her like a wave. Her muscles clamp down on him, milking every last drop of pleasure from his shaft as she cries out his name again and again.

When at last their passion subsides, they lie together on the couch, panting heavily. Sari pulls Ingrid close, nuzzling her neck with a satisfied smile. "I told you," he whispers, "