Damien worked from a wide desk in a sunlit study lined with bookshelves. Elena sat on a low cushion on the floor beside his chair, naked, knees spread, the dark plug still seated firmly in her ass. Every small shift of her weight made it press deeper, a constant reminder of his control. Cum from the morning continued to leak slowly from her pussy, leaving shiny streaks on her inner thighs.
He had given her one rule: stay open and quiet unless spoken to. If he wanted something, he would take it.




















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