The room was dimly lit, the only sound the heavy breathing of James and the infected woman straddling him. His hands were sweaty as they gripped her hips, her curves pressing firmly against his body. "You shouldn't have let me in," she whispered, her voice like acid. But James was too lost in the moment, his mind reeling with confusion and an overwhelming surge of desire as her big bubble butt bounced rhythmically on his cock. He could feel the heat of her, the way her body tortured and tempted him all at once. A pained groan escaped his lips as his body spasmed, each thrust sending spasms of ecstasy and agony through his every nerve. "More," she moaned, grinding against him. His heart pounded wild, unaware of the impending doom that every qualification of cumshot brought closer.James's mind was a whirlwind. He could feel his body betraying him, spurting cumshot after cumshot, but his system was overloading, pushing him to the brink of exhaustion. "Why are you still moving?" he panted, his body aching with each thrust. A wicked smile spread across her face, her eyes gleaming with hunger. "Because, James, you're just the beginning. They want all of you... until there's nothing left." Her voice was a haunting melody, an echo of his impending fate resonating in the room.
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.
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."