Anita blinked awake in the unyielding steel gibbet, the plate gag still pressing her lips from the prior night's punishment over that teeth-scraping mishap during oral. At forty-something, her old church life felt like a faded dream, yet she refused to cower.
Alex loomed behind her, the cattle prod crackling to life. "Rise and shine, prayer girl. Ready to recite while you debase?"
Anita's voice cut sharp through the gag's edge as he freed her. "Your prod's buzzing like it's horny for me already, Alex. Think you can handle this strong woman without another cage?"
He smirked, tension sparking as she stood tall, not submissive. "Witty as ever. But that blowjob slip cost you—now prove you learned." Their dialogue volleyed, her retorts turning seductive: "Learned? Watch me teach you instead."
Sweating from the heat of their clash, Anita shoved him down, her hands claiming his hard cock. She straddled him, pussy wet and dripping as she guided him in, panting with control. "Feel that ass grind? This is my game now."
The explicit rhythm built fast—her riding hard, witty barbs mixing with moans until she came hard, milking his cum deep while he gasped beneath her strength.
Panting together, Anita grinned down at him, hinting at deeper games ahead.
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