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?"