In the shadowed loft, Tina leaned against the oak table, arms crossed, her gaze slicing through Jesper like a blade. "You want to probe the female body's breaking point, scientist? Cute. But let's be clear—I'm no lab rat. Tie me, film me, but one wrong move and this experiment ends with my knee in your balls."
Jesper smirked, his cock already hard and straining against his jeans as he uncoiled the silk ropes. "Your pussy's betraying you already, Tina—wet and dripping before we even start. That ass of yours is twitching like it knows what's coming."
"Flattery won't save your timer," she shot back, witty and unyielding, stepping forward to let him bind her wrists behind the chair. "Five minutes with that thick dildo down my throat? I'll last, and when I watch the footage, I'll laugh at how horny you got just filming it. Make sure the camera catches my eyes—every pleading tear will be your failure, not mine."
He positioned the lens, her strong frame secured yet defiant, then slid the veined dildo past her lips. "Blowjob practice for science," he quipped. The timer beeped.
0:00-0:30: Tina's throat convulsed around the intrusion, muscles rippling as saliva began dripping from her chin. Her chest heaved, panting through flared nostrils, eyes locked on his with fiery challenge—no submission, just a raised brow daring him to blink first.
0:30-1:00: Tears welled, watering her vision, but she held the stare, body sweating lightly as her pussy grew wetter, dripping onto the chair. Jesper's cock throbbed harder at her unbowed glare. "Your eyes are pleading already," he murmured. She couldn't speak, but her glare screamed, 'Keep going, coward.'
As the minute ticked, tension crackled—her ass shifting, his hands itching to claim her. The dildo stayed, but the real explosion loomed: Jesper's fingers tracing her dripping pussy, promising the sex scene that would shatter every limit next.
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