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The candlelight flickered over them, illuminating the sheen of sweat on Farah's skin, her long legs splayed wide, trembling with every sensation Selma drew out. Her cries had morphed into a slutty symphony with raw, throaty pleas of "More... yessss... Selma... ohhhh..." spilling from her lips without shame, her voice echoing in the room as the classical music faded to a distant hum beneath her abandon. The training was working, and Selma could see it, feel it, taste it in every twitch and shudder. Farah's hips rocked eagerly now, meeting Selma's fingers with a desperate rhythm of their own, her body no longer just responding but anticipating, craving each move before it came. When Selma pulled her tongue back, blowing a cool breath over Farah's swollen clit, Farah's reaction was immediate and her back arched as her thighs clamped around Selma's shoulders. A needy whine tore from her throat, her hands scrabbling as if to pull Selma closer. The conditioning had taken root; her body was learning to obey, to surrender, and Selma smiled as she appreciates how Farah evolved into this slutty, pliant version of herself. "You're mine now, aren't you?" Selma murmured, her voice a lustful purr as she nipped at Farah's thigh, then plunged her fingers deeper, her thumb pressing hard against her clit. Farah's eyes snapped shut as her head lolled back and her body twitched uncontrollably. Her face twisted in sweet agony... she was a puppet on Selma's strings. Her pussy clenched tight around Selma's fingers, soaking them with every thrust, and her moans turned into a slutty prayer for salvation, her voice breaking as she begged
