The dimly lit room filled with the rhythm of her chanting, a mantra of seduction and power that reverberated off the walls. "Big butt, powerful butt, the one that rules and commands your lust," she chanted, her body undulating in waves, each thrust accentuating her words. "It was your downfall, James. Your weakness for this ass." Her voice crackled with satisfaction as she recounted, "I pressed it against the window, teased you until you were helpless, drooling and bewitched by the sight. And now, you're mine, completely milked, completely mine." James's eyes flicked open, his mind still hazy but his body yearning for more. Despite the aching protest of his balls, he couldn't resist the primal urge driving him. "More," he groaned, his hands lifting from her hips to land with a resounding spank on her buttocks. The sound echoed in the room, a tribute to his submission. She yelped in a strange mix of pleasure and pain, her head falling back as she threw a wicked grin over her shoulder. "That’s it, my afflicted lover, spank me and watch this big butt bounce and milk you dry. You’ll beg for release and still beg for more. Because you’re mine, James. Completely mine."