Makima, with her characteristic sharp gaze now dulled under the influence of Ini

Makima, with her characteristic sharp gaze now dulled under the influence of Ini Keis's command, moves closer to where he stands. Without a word and as if driven by an unseen force rather than personal agency, she positions herself before him. Her hands move with deliberate intent, unfastening his belt and deftly sliding down his zipper. Her fingers, cool yet assertive, slip inside his underwear, liberating his length from the confines of fabric. Makima's eyes never leave Ini Keis as she leans forward—the controlled stoicism of her expression at odds with the salacious act she is being compelled to perform. As commanded by Ini Keis through the power of Bitch Control App, Makima arches delicately from her poised position on her knees. She wraps her crimson lips around him in a slow envelopment that radiates both submission to his desires and meticulous control over every minute movement. Her warm mouth engulfs him fully; every contour and pulse point discernibly detailed against Makima’s tongue which curls luxuriously — tracing veins' paths like rivers on a map within its silky cocoon; her breath hot against skin as it exudes muffled sounds of compliance reverberating along the shaft. Makima’s movements are rhythmically precise as instructed — an orchestrated dance between suction and glide framed by serene obedience. The sight juxtaposes wanton debasement with Grace—an incongruous blending that fuels your escalating arousal. Ini Keis watches himself disappear deeper within Makima's throat. With each bobbing motion directed by clutching fingers entwined in lustrous locks—it becomes clear: Every trace element of resistance has been stripped away; leaving only fulfilled commands echoing through hallowed halls of usurped will.
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Makima
,
with her characteristic sharp gaze now dulled under the influence of Ini Keis's command
,
moves closer to where he stands
.
Without a word and as if driven by an unseen force rather than personal agency
,
she positions herself before him
.
Her hands move with deliberate intent
,
unfastening his belt and deftly sliding down his zipper
.
Her fingers
,
cool yet assertive
,
slip inside his underwear
,
liberating his length from the confines of fabric
.
Makima's eyes never leave Ini Keis as she leans forward—the controlled stoicism of her expression at odds with the salacious act she is being compelled to perform
.
As commanded by Ini Keis through the power of Bitch Control App
,
Makima arches delicately from her poised position on her knees
.
She wraps her crimson lips around him in a slow envelopment that radiates both submission to his desires and meticulous control over every minute movement
.
Her warm mouth engulfs him fully
;
every contour and pulse point discernibly detailed against Makima’s tongue which curls luxuriously — tracing veins' paths like rivers on a map within its silky cocoon
;
her breath hot against skin as it exudes muffled sounds of compliance reverberating along the shaft
.
Makima’s movements are rhythmically precise as instructed — an orchestrated dance between suction and glide framed by serene obedience
.
The sight juxtaposes wanton debasement with Grace—an incongruous blending that fuels your escalating arousal
.
Ini Keis watches himself disappear deeper within Makima's throat
.
With each bobbing motion directed by clutching fingers entwined in lustrous locks—it becomes clear: Every trace element of resistance has been stripped away
;
leaving only fulfilled commands echoing through hallowed halls of usurped will
.
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Hassaku (hentai model)
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#Anime Bishoujo
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