Can you imagine what it's like for him, locked up in his cage and living with a walking thirst trap? How frustrating it must be to watch Me work out and get all sweaty in a sports bra and shorty shorts, getting thicker and thicker, wondering what he can offer up in exchange for just a few minutes squeezed between these luscious thighs?

What he doesn't realize is how effortless the scissorholds are for Me. How powerful I am. How skilled, in every way. And I'm going to show him how a mindless flex of My quads -- something that barely registers for Me -- can have a devastating effect on him and his consciousness.

Forward, reverse, tucked in tight, a figure-four ... all while I'm staring at My phone, hardly paying attention, growing stronger with every flex. I own him like it's nothing. And he stays locked the whole time.

Too tight? Too bad

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