Prolonged Pleasure, No Pain

In the dimly lit dungeon, Miss Savage's heels click on the cold stone floor as she circles her prey, a wicked smile playing on her lips. She trails a riding crop along his muscular thighs, making him shiver with anticipation. She knows every inch of his body, every sensitive spot, and she uses this knowledge to her advantage. She brings him to the brink, only to pull back, her laughter echoing in the chamber. His cock is a steel rod, his breath coming in ragged gasps, but still, he holds on, determined to outlast her. The game continues, a dance of dominance and submission, a test of wills that only one can win.

• Unknown