Iron Belles Muscle Addiction Store - Happy Ending Bedroom Muscle Domme

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Iron Belles Muscle Addiction Store - Happy Ending Bedroom Muscle Domme

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The Powerful Bedroom Muscle Domme's Foreplay

In the dimly lit bedroom, the air was thick with anticipation and lust. The iron-clad giantess, clad only in a skimpy thong and bra, sauntered towards her helpless victim. Her muscles rippled beneath her skin as she approached him, his eyes transfixed on her imposing figure.

With a sultry smile, she leaned down and ran her tongue seductively along his ear, sending shivers down his spine. "Are you ready for your happy ending, baby?" she purred.

Before he could reply, she grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him to his feet. Her strength was overwhelming, making him feel both vulnerable and aroused. She pushed him against the wall, her body pressing against his.

Dancing Face Sitting and Pelvic Thrusts

With a wicked grin, she sat down on the couch, her thighs engulfing his head in an instant. "Dance for me, baby," she commanded, and he began to move his head up and down in rhythm with her hips.

As she moaned in pleasure, she grabbed him by the hair and stood up, pulling him onto the floor. She continued to dance, her hips grinding against his as she gripped his face with her strong hands.

The power dynamic between them was intense. He felt both afraid and exhilarated, wanting her to take control completely. She read his desires like an open book, her eyes flashing with excitement.

From Couch to Floor for More

She grabbed his hand and pulled him closer, their bodies pressed together. She leaned down and bit his earlobe, causing him to gasp in pain and pleasure. She pushed him to the ground, straddling him, her muscular thighs squeezing him tightly.

She leaned down, her piercing gaze boring into his soul. "Are you ready for your happy ending, baby?" she whispered, her breath hot against his skin.

He nodded eagerly, his heart pounding in anticipation. She leaned back, her arms raised above her head in triumph. Then, with a powerful thrust, she plunged her hand into his pants, her fingers curling around his aching cock.

The Foreful Hand Job and Happy Ending

Her grip was firm yet gentle, teasing him mercilessly as she stroked him up and down. He moaned loudly, arching his back in pleasure. She leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear.

"Do you want it?" she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire.

"Yes, please," he groaned, his hips bucking against her hand.

With that, she increased the pace of her strokes, her other hand gripping his hair tightly. He felt the familiar sensation building inside him, getting closer and closer to the edge.

And then, she stopped. His eyes opened wide in shock as she pulled her hand away, leaving him aching and wanting more. "Tell me what you want," she commanded, her voice low and threatening.

He whimpered, his mind blank with need. "I want you to cum," he managed to stammer out.

She smiled, a predatory grin that sent shivers down his spine. "Good boy," she purred, before sliding her hand back inside his pants and resuming her gentle yet firm strokes.

His world exploded in a flash of white light as he came, his whole body shaking with the force of his orgasm. She continued to stroke him, milking him for every last drop of cum before finally pulling her hand away.

"There you go, baby," she whispered, her voice soft and reassuring. "Now go take a shower and get some sleep."

With that, she stood up and disappeared into the shadows, leaving him lying there, spent and satisfied.

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