The room darkened further as her rhythm intensified, her body undulating against his in a hypnotic dance. Each time she thrust down, her big bubble butt bounced with a wet smack, taunting him with its perfection. "Do you love it, James?" she cooed, her voice laced with malicious delight. "Love what?" he panted, his mind a haze of pleasure and confusion. "You know what," she purred, grinding against him, her butt cheeks clenching with each motion. "Say it," she commanded, her hips rolling in a forbidden rhythm. "I-I love it," he admitted, his muscles clenching as another surge of cumshot pulsed through him. "Good boy," she hummed, her eyes glittering with satisfaction. With each bounce, she repeated the ritual, her swaying hips driving him deeper into a realm of ecstasy and submission. "James, tell me how it feels," she breathed, her laugh low and sultry. "It feels..." he breathed out, his body shuddering with release, "so good to surrender, so good to have my cause of death bouncing on my cock." Her smile widened, a predatory curve that promised no mercy. "Yes, your punishment is a pleasure," she whispered, her movements growing more frenzied, her voice a haunting symphony of desire and doom.