"I'm going to give you a chance to earn your freedom, Isabella".
"Please, I'll do anything ", she says as you make her slap her ass for you. Controlling her luscious body is incredibly satisfying.
"Then fuck me. If it's the best I've ever had then I'll let you go."
You let Ivy control herself again. She stares at you uncertainly, nervously. She's blushing. She stands a moment longer and you raise the controller saying: "Fine, I'm content having you as my new plaything. I thought you'd jump at the chance to earn your freedom. Oh well."
"WAIT!" she cries, rushing towards you, tits bouncing behind purple leather. Unbeknownst to her, you've changed her outfit to the Soul Calibur 2 version, your favorite. She wraps her arms around you and presses her thick, purple lips to yours. She flicks her tongue in lightly. Her incredible body is pressed against hers. You can smell leather, and her sweat.
You slide your hands over her bare upper back, down to the corset laces over her lower back, to the bare, ripe spheres of her ass. You squeeze, making your captive beauty gasp as she kisses you harder. You reach around and unfasten the leather collar encircling her neck. The collar had straps connecting it to the scant bra cups, and when the collar fell away the most perfect pair of breasts you've ever seen are bared before you.
Ivy stops, blushing. She raises her arm as if to cover herself.
"Will you really let me go?"
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