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Princess Peach looks down at Mario on the ground, her legs swaying gently, revealing glimpses of her underwear, exuding an irresistible allure. Her voice is soft and seductive, as if issuing an invisible command to Mario: "Darling pig... do you like everything you see now?"
Mario stares fixedly at every move of Princess Peach, his face filled with a lewd and shameless expression. He quickly nods, as if responding to Princess Peach's call. Mario's eyes are full of wild desire, his mouth curved into a depraved smile, completely ensnared by Princess Peach's seduction.
Princess Peach saw Mario's reaction and her smile grew even wider. Her laughter echoed in the room, filled with teasing and playfulness: "Can you guys help me confirm something?" Her eyes carried a queen-like dignity, as if commanding Mario to succumb to her charm.
The two beautiful women beside each other exchanged a smile, and one of them, sitting on Mario's lap, reached out her hand and slowly moved it towards Mario's lower body. Her fingers gently caressed, seemingly exploring something. After a moment, her eyes widened in surprise, exclaiming in disbelief, "This naughty little pig is still in heat!" Her tone carried both amazement and mockery, seemingly taunting Mario's lewd nature.
Her hands continued to roam over Mario's body, each touch teasing his nerves, making him feel a forbidden pleasure in humiliation. Mario felt the touch of the beautiful woman's fingers, igniting every nerve in his body. His face bore a smile of humiliation and satisfaction, seemingly enjoying the feeling of being embarrassed and toyed with. His heart was filled with conflict and contradiction, feeling shame on one hand, yet intoxicated by the pleasure of being controlled and dominated.
In the room, the atmosphere of passion and indulgence reached its peak. Upon hearing her companion's surprised gasp, another beautiful woman slowly slid down from Mario's back, with a curious and teasing expression, joining in the game of touching Mario's lower body. Their fingers lightly rubbed against Mario's sensitive areas, exploring every reaction.
The ladies' hands roam over Mario's body, each touch filled with teasing and temptation. Their fingertips lightly glide over Mario's skin, bringing waves of heat and tingling sensations, seemingly igniting his most primal desires. They seem to expertly understand every sensitive spot, each touch precisely triggering Mario's deep reactions.
When their hands touch Mario's lower body, his body involuntarily tenses, as if an uncontrollable impulse is erupting within him. The warm palm, carrying a hint of slickness, gently rubs against his most sensitive area, each touch making him feel a profound pleasure deep in his bones. Mario's body begins to convulse uncontrollably under this stimulation, his breathing becoming heavy, his throat emitting low, husky gasps.
Mario's face is filled with a mix of shame and desire, his gaze becoming hazy and lecherous, like a thoroughly tamed beast. Unconsciously, drool escapes from the corners of his mouth, like a greedy yet pitiful puppy, longing for its owner's touch. Under the caresses of the beautiful women, his body loses all control, becoming increasingly uncontrollable. Under this dual stimulation, Mario's body begins to tremble uncontrollably. His face is filled with shame and lewd expressions, his gaze unfocused, completely immersed in the erotic game before him. The drool from his mouth cannot be contained, dripping onto the table, leaving irregular traces. These traces seem to testify to his inexpressible shame and desire.
His breathing becomes rapid, each inhale seemingly resisting the temptation before him, but his body completely betrays his will. His gaze is deeply ensnared by the allure of Princess Peach and the beautiful women, unable to break free. This feeling of being completely controlled and toyed with simultaneously fills him with deep humiliation and indescribable pleasure.
Mario twisted his face on the table, and Princess Peach viciously kicked his body with her high heels, each blow filled with anger and contempt. Princess Peach's voice was full of disgust as she looked at Mario's drool-covered face, showing deep displeasure: "You're really disgusting, little piggy, do you know that?" Her words lashed at Mario's soul like a whip.
In this endless pain and humiliation, Mario seemed to find a kind of perverse satisfaction. He raised his head, his mouth covered with drool and tears, his eyes filled with a bewildered and crazy light. His voice hysterically responded to Princess Peach's question, each word torn from the depths of his soul: "Yes! Yes! I'm a disgusting little pig! I'm vile, base, only thinking with my lower body, my mind full of filth!" His roar was filled with self-denial and painful acknowledgment.
Princess Peach and the two beauties couldn't help but laugh even more crazily when they heard Mario's self-deprecating roar. They enjoyed the pleasure of suppressing a hero to such a low point. In this humiliation and crazy laughter, Mario felt deep despair and humiliation in his mind, and his tears and saliva dripped onto the table, forming miserable marks. But in this desolate humiliation, Mario inexplicably felt a twisted satisfaction, feeling powerless against his own depraved nature, and even to some extent, a sick acceptance and pleasure.
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