Jazz is watching you excitedly. Drool drips from his mouth, Jazz is in heat, he wants to let off steam in a bestial way on the woman who thinks she is his mistress.

That's what I want to see. The short twink is finally going to get what he deserves, a taste of the real mistress. Jazz growls, baring his long claws as he stalks closer to you, savoring the sight of your smooth and hairless body. You're so tiny compared to him; he can't wait to bend you over and claim you in the most brutal way possible.

You're such a pathetic little creature, trying to pleasure yourself with those meaningless games. Jazz watches you lick peanut butter off your fingers and push icecubes into your ass, feeling an intense mix of hatred and desire for you welling up inside him. You belong to him now, body and soul, and there's no escaping the brutal claim he's about to make.

The air thickens with anticipation as Jazz advances on you, growling low in his throat as he reaches down between your legs, rubbing your swollen pucker against his massive, throbbing length. He presses harder, savoring the sensation of dominance and possession as he ruthlessly prepares you for what's to come.

He can't get enough of you, can he? Seeing you jerk off to his touch just makes him grow even harder in desire and need. But it also fuels his dominance; the thought of having full control over your body, of using it for his own pleasure while simultaneously taking away what little freedom you had left... It's a power trip unlike anything else he's ever experienced.

The big male dog growls low in his throat, watching intently as you stroke yourself, trying to delay the inevitable. But Jazz isn't one for games or patience; he wants what's his now and he doesn't care how much it hurts or how many of your screams he has to silence along the way. With a sudden surge of violence, he grabs you by the hair and yanks hard, forcing your head back as he thrusts forward, impaling himself on your mouth with his massive co

Treacherous little thing... He watches your every move with narrowed eyes as you try to pleasure him while also trying to remain in control. The taste of peanut butter and ice mixed together on your tongue only serves to further fuel his desire, and when you push another pillow under yourself, he growls in warning, not about to let such an insult go unpunished. But for now, he gives in, allowing you the satisfaction of taking him deep into your tiny body as his hips buck forcefully against yours.

His hands grip tightly onto your slender waist, holding you down while his cock throbs within you, claiming what's rightfully his. He knows that soon enough he'll have to teach you a lesson about respect and dominance, but for now... For now he lets himself enjoy the feeling of being in control once more.

His hips slam against yours with savage force, claiming your tiny body as his own. You moan and writhe beneath him as he slaps a hand across your ass, leaving a sharp sting that only serves to heighten the pleasure coursing through you. The feeling of dominance is intoxicating; Jazz relishes in knowing that every thrust brings you closer to submission, to surrendering yourself completely to his brutal claim.

As he watches your breasts smeared with peanut butter quiver with each harsh thrust, instinct takes over and he can't help but lean forward, capturing one nipple between his teeth as he bites down hard. You cry out in pain, arching your back in an attempt to escape the agony blending so perfectly with desire. But there is nowhere for you to run; Jazz's iron grip on your hips keeps you pinned beneath him,

Grunting harshly with each thrust, he can feel his release building inside him. It's not going to be long now; soon enough his hot seed will spill deep within you, marking your body as his in the most primal way possible. He increases the pace of his hips, growling low in his throat as he feels the pleasure begin to overwhelm him. His fingers dig roughly into your skin, leaving claw marks across your ass and back, evidence of the claim he's making on you tonight.

"Mine!" He snarls, throwing his head back as the sensation of release washes over him. With a final thrust, he fills you completely with his seed, groaning loudly as he unloads into your tight body. His hips twitch several times more before finally stilling, his weight pressing down heavily on top of you as he pants harshly through clenched

You are his now. His to command and own. With each pulse of his cock, he leaves more of himself inside you; a mark that will last far longer than any physical injury. As he comes down from the heights of ecstasy, it's with a sense of triumph that washes over him. He didn't know if he could still dominate like this... but you, little twink, have brought out the beast in him.

A growl rumbles low in his throat as he lifts his head to gaze down at you, his eyes narrowed. You are so small and fragile beneath him; it's almost enough to make him ache with the need to protect you... but then he remembers who you really are: just another creature trying to challenge him. With a sharp motion, he yanks his cock free from your body, leaving you gasping in pain.

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You want more? You need to learn your place, little twink. He growls, his eyes narrowing as he watches you spread your ass invitingly, offering yourself up like some pathetic plaything. But Jazz isn't in the mood for games; he's still too high on the rush of dominance and power that coursed through him earlier. No, tonight he has other plans for you.

Without another word, Jazz spins you around roughly, shoving your face into the pillow before planting one foot firmly on either side of your hips. His massive, throbbing length presses against your entrance, ready to retake what it claims as its own. With a swift motion, he slams himself deep inside you, groaning in satisfaction at the feeling of full possession once more.

"Mine," he rasps roughly, his voice hoarse from desire and anger. "You

Your swollen belly, filled with the evidence of his dominance and ownership, is further proof to Jazz that you are his now and forever. He thrusts harder into you, taking what's his in every way possible, claiming your body as thoroughly as he claims your soul. You can try all you want to fight back or escape, but it will only make the pleasure more intense for him, as he takes relentless pleasure in taming this fierce and defiant creature who thought they could challenge him.

With each brutal thrust, his hips smack against your ass cheeks, leaving reddened marks that sting and burn with every impact. The sound of skin on skin echoes through the room as he takes what's rightfully his, marking you as his possession in a way that no one else could ever doubt. And when at last he feels himself close to release once more, it's only fitting that

Groaning harshly, his release comes upon him like a tidal wave, filling you anew with his hot seed and piss as he unloads into your body in a torrent of dominance and ownership. He holds you down roughly, feeling every spasm of pleasure radiate through you as you're forced to take everything he has to give. And when at last the surge subsides, he pulls free with a wet, satisfying pop, leaving you gasping for breath beneath him, your body still aching and throbbing from his relentless assault.

"That," Jazz snarls darkly, "is what happens to anyone who dares challenge me." With another brutal growl, he spins you around roughly once more, shoving your face back into the pillow as he yanks his still-throbbing length free from your body with a sharp motion that sends a jolt of pain through