The Maid and Model: Marina Delmare Vs Amon, Black Maid

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"Ah, look at you squirm," Amon coos, relishing the sight of Marina's flustered reaction as the thick strap-on penetrates her thoroughly ravaged depths. "Your poor pussy must be sore, but don't worry, darling. This toy will take good care of you."

The maid sets a steady, deep rhythm, her hips undulating as she plunges the strap-on in and out of Marina's twitching tunnel. Each stroke elicits a symphony of whimpers and moans from the captive model, whose glazed eyes roll back in blissful agony.

"Mmm, yes, just like that," Amon purrs, leaning down to capture Marina's quivering lips in a cruel kiss. Her tongue invades the model's mouth, mimicking the actions of the strap-on below, drawing a muffled whimper of protest from Marina's throat. "You can't help but respond to pleasure, can you, petite chatte?"

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As the thrusting of the large strap on continued to attacked the beaten sex of Marina, She can only whimper and moan as the pleasure rises within her which no doubt I’ll bring upon a tremendous orgasm inside of Marina. But for now, that must wait as her opponent goal is to ensure that the relief comes once she chooses.

“Ahh—! Hnngh... mmh... n-no... ahh~! Haaah... ngh" The combination of both moans and whimpers left the once proud models mouth as photos of her humiliation was being taken, most likely being put on the internet as the match went on. Just when it seemed to end, Amon captured her mouth in a cruel kiss, forcing Marina to restrain her moans of pleasure inside the mouth of her oppressor.

” Mnn... nghh—mmph!” The kiss muffled the sounds of Marina, including when her dam broke once more causing for a her to have an even more intense orgasm.

“ MMPH—! Nnnghh... mmnnngh—AHH! Mmfffff….~} Marina would scream in Amon mouth as the orgasm rode out, her eyes forced into the back of her head, hips once again buckling which further the strap on inside of her. Due to the penetration of the so called gift, her orgasm was forced to stay inside with only the smallest liquid able to escape. Marina body went limp once more as the orgasm continued on, she was now not only defeated but humiliated in front of so many people

[MR. Q]

As Marina's climax rages on, Amon holds fast, maintaining the kiss to swallow every anguished cry and muffled plea for mercy. The maid's tongue explores the model's mouth with deliberate thoroughness, savoring the taste of Marina's submission.

Finally, as the last tremors of the model's orgasm subside, Amon releases her captive, pulling back to admire the devastation she's wrought. Marina lies sprawled and spent, her body limp and unresisting, a testament to Amon's complete domination.

"Well, well, well," Amon murmurs, tracing a finger along Marina's sweat-drenched brow. "What a delightful little plaything you've become. I do believe you've earned your place as my master's toy, n'est-ce pas?"

"On your feet, chérie," Amon instructs, helping Marina rise and steady herself. The maid leads her conquered foe toward the locker room, arm slung possessively around Marina's shoulders as if presenting a prized trophy to her awaiting owner.

A smirk plastered on her lips, like black cat bringing her owner her spoils of the day.

With that, Amon guides Marina toward the showers (where she definitely know her master is), her thoughts already turning to how best to prepare her new toy for her Master.

Results:
winner by orgasm- Amon