Ch 165. Perfect Little Slave

“What size do you want your cock to be?” I ask with a mischievous smirk.

Bree chuckles. "Oh, surprise me. I'm feeling adventurous today."

I focus on manifesting the strap-on, calling upon my Mental Fabricator skills to create a perfect phallus for Bree. As the ethereal energy coalesces into a tangible form, a sleek and realistic-looking strap-on materializes in her hand.

Her eyes widen in delight as she examines the toy, testing its weight and feel with a grin. "Impressive craftsmanship, David. Let's put this to good use, shall we?"

With a seductive sway of her hips, Bree reaches the lone copper clasp of her bra. The metal glints softly in the ambient light, a subtle shimmer against the smooth expanse of her cleavage.

As she unfastens the clasp with practiced ease, the bra loosens its hold, releasing the firm curves and contours of her breasts. They emerge like twin treasures, their delicate flesh begging to be groped.

The garment slips effortlessly from her shoulders, revealing the
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