Victory. That was the first thing that ran through Jynx's head when Emma began to buck and squeal beneath her. She had administered pain so intense and passionate that the turncoat had come to climax, she could feel those sweet juices over her fingers, and the sheer sexual energy charged her entire tiny body. She didn't let up, of course, riding out Emma's multiple orgasms with her, slamming the toy in harder and faster each time the con's lithe body rocked and shook with release.<br/><br/>When it finally died down, when Emma was reduced to more panting than screaming, Jynx slowly, carefully pulled out, taking a comically long time due to the length of the toy. She then swatted Emma's rump playfully with it.<span style="color: #ff00ff">"How was that?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>