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Mario Every lick on the table is an unspoken acknowledgment of Princess Peach's authority. His tongue slowly and carefully cleans every corner of the table, not even sparing the slightest trace of vomit. When he turns to Princess Peach's high heels, his movements become even more cautious, as if handling a precious piece of art. His eyes are filled with humiliation and despair, but he cannot resist Princess Peach's command.
At the same time, the friction of the two beautiful women on his lower body makes him feel an unbearable intense stimulation. Every touch feels like a flame on his nerves. His lower body, under constant stimulation, is like a tightly wound spring, ready to explode at any moment. His legs twitch involuntarily, his breathing becomes rapid and heavy, each breath feeling like it's burning his lungs.
Under such extreme sensory pressure, Mario's mind almost collapsed. He longed for the brief relief brought by star weed cigarettes, his tears and despair mixing into a chaotic emotion. As he grabbed Princess Peach's legs, crying and begging for that comfort, his voice revealed immense humiliation and shame: "Please! Give me star weed cigarettes! Please! I beg you!" His voice was filled with pleading and despair, each word seemed to be tearing apart his soul.
Princess Peach looked down at this scene, her eyes showing both satisfaction at Mario's humiliated state and pity for this once heroic figure fallen so low. In front of her, Mario had transformed from a mighty warrior into a pitiful creature completely submissive to desire and humiliation. At this moment, he had completely lost his self-respect and dignity, leaving only a craving for desire and powerless resistance to pain.
Princess Peach looks down at the kneeling Mario in front of her. His face full of humiliation and tears gives her an unprecedented pleasure. Her laughter is full of pride and mockery as she teasingly ruffles Mario's hair, her fingers gently sliding over his iconic round, large nose, feeling the warmth and moisture of his body.
"I want to push you to the limit again, I want you to be even crazier, my little piglet! I want you to be completely immersed in flesh and blood! I want you to sink, to fall!" Her voice is filled with command and a crazy desire, as if she wants to push Mario to an even more extreme state.
Mario felt unprecedented fear and excitement at her feet. His body and soul trembled under Princess Peach's words, his sanity almost completely destroyed, leaving only endless desire for carnal pleasure and powerless resistance to pain. In his eyes, there was both fear of Princess Peach and infatuation with the extreme experience she provided.
At this moment, two beautiful women also joined this crazy game, their fingers constantly moving on Mario's body, searching for every sensitive spot. Mario's body involuntarily trembled under their touch, each touch bringing a kind of chaotic pleasure.
Princess Peach's eyes sparkled with madness and control as she roughly grabbed Mario's chin, forcing his face upwards. Mario's mouth was mercilessly pried open, his breath becoming rapid, emitting weak and helpless groans of extreme pain and humiliation from deep within his throat.
A sly smile curled at the corner of Princess Peach's mouth as she held a star weed cigarette, skillfully taking a drag. The tobacco was eroded by the flame in her breath, slowly burning to ashes. Mario could only watch as the wisp of smoke swirled between Princess Peach's lips, then slowly drifted from the corner of her mouth, as if mocking his helplessness and predicament.
Princess Peach seems to be enjoying the pleasure of control and dominance, her eyes revealing contempt and ownership over Mario. Mario's pain and desire are amplified in this moment, his mind and body firmly in the grasp of Princess Peach.
In this moment, Mario has completely lost control, becoming a helpless toy in the hands of Princess Peach, allowing her to manipulate and play with him. He feels both fear towards Princess Peach and an extreme longing for that star weed cigarette. Under Princess Peach's absolute dominance, he is forced to submit to her power and charm.
Mario, under the control of Princess Peach, helplessly flared his nostrils, trying to inhale any wisp of smoke exhaled by Princess Peach. His eyes were filled with longing and madness, as if this smoke was his only salvation and comfort. However, no matter how hard he tried, those smoke clouds seemed like elusive phantoms, always keeping a distance from him.
Princess Peach looked at Mario's pitiful and disheveled appearance, with a look of disgust and disdain on her face. There was a cruel smile at the corner of her mouth, and suddenly, she spat a few mouthfuls of thick phlegm on Mario's face. The viscous liquid stained Mario's face, as if it was the final insult and humiliation to him.
Mario felt extreme humiliation and powerlessness. He wanted to resist, but he was already suppressed and unable to move. His face was covered with Princess Peach's saliva, and the sour stench and sticky feeling made him feel deeply ashamed. At this moment, he not only lost his physical freedom, but even the most basic dignity and self were trampled and destroyed by Princess Peach.
In Princess Peach's eyes, Mario was nothing but a pitiful, humble plaything, a little pig that she could manipulate and toy with at will. Her laughter echoed in the empty room, as if celebrating her absolute domination and victory over Mario.
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