Patrice Fisher submits to Ezra's authority

In a dimly lit chamber, Patrice Fisher stands, her heart pounding with anticipation. Master Ezra, a towering figure, watches her, his eyes never straying from her curves. "Strip," he commands, his voice a low, dominant rumble. Patrice, her breath hitching, slowly removes her clothing, revealing her naked form to his hungry gaze. Ezra, still fully clothed, circles her like a predator, his leather belt creaking with each step. He stops behind her, his breath hot on her neck. "Bend over," he orders, his voice sending shivers down her spine. Patrice complies, her ass sticking out, vulnerable and ready.

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