Goddess Obsidian has Her sl*ve exactly where it belongs - chained and blindfolded on the massage table, c*mpletely at Her mercy. "Your only use to Me is your tongue," She declares as She approaches the helpless b*tch. "Your pathetic peanut is locked up with zero hope of getting out until you've given Me 50 *rgasms."

The sl*ve trembles as She reveals the cruel reality: "You're on number 23 this week with only two days left, and then we go back to zero." The doormat realizes the impossible task ahead - 27 more *rgasms in just 48 hours or face starting over c*mpletely. Its tongue will work overtime as Goddess Obsidian uses its face as Her personal pleasure device.

She begins by straddling the sl*ve's face in reverse, Her divine *ss hovering just above its mouth before settling down with Her full weight. Her hands grip the sides of its head like handles, controlling every movement as She grinds Her sacred p*ssy against its eager tongue. The wet squelching sounds fill the room as She bounces up and down, using its face as Her personal throne.

"Deeper," She commands, crossing Her legs around its neck and pulling its face impossibly deep into Her sweetness. The sl*ve's world becomes nothing but Her divine juices as She rides its tongue to the first explosive climax. The squishy, wet sounds of Her *rgasm echo through the room as She floods its mouth with Her sacred nectar, making it swallow every precious drop.

Without pause, Goddess Obsidian shifts to face the sl*ve directly, Her powerful thighs clamping down on either side of its head like a vice. She bounces Her p*ssy rhythmically against its face, creating those delicious squelching noises with each impact. Her hands tangle in its hair, yanking its head exactly where She needs maximum tongue pressure on Her swollen clit.

The massage table creaks under the intensity as She grinds harder, chasing *rgasm number 24. Her divine p*ssy makes wet, sl*shing sounds as She c*ms again, Her sacred juices coating the sl*ve's face c*mpletely. "Twenty-four," She pants, already positioning Herself for the next round. The sl*ve's jaw aches, but it knows there's no mercy - only 26 more to go.

She spins around again, this time sitting with Her legs elegantly crossed, using Her ankles to push the sl*ve's face deeper into Her divine sweetness. The position gives Her complete control as She rocks back and forth, the wet sounds of Her arousal mixing with the sl*ve's muffled gasps for air. Each bounce of Her perfect *ss creates new squelching symphonies as She approaches another earth-shattering climax.

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