The room smelled of musk and anticipation, a physical manifestation of the tension they usually reserved for cuck phone sex. Adrian sat enthroned in the velvet armchair, his broad chest straining against his shirt, eyes tracking every movement with predatory focus. He was the bull, the undisputed center of their gravity.

"Strip, Robert. Now," Adrian commanded, his voice a low rumble.
Robert, the submissive sissy, trembled as he peeled away his clothes, his movements frantic and eager to please. Basque lay on the sheets, her thin blonde limbs splayed, watching the power dynamic shift.

"Get on top of her. I want to see you struggle to fill her," Adrian ordered.

Robert sank into Basque, his movements hesitant. Adrian watched the friction, a smirk playing on his lips. He enjoyed the contrast between the sissy's softness and Basque's desperate hunger.

"Harder, you useless thing! Make her sloppy cunt soak the sheets," Adrian barked.

Basque arched her back, her breath coming in ragged gasps as Robert obeyed, though he lacked the raw power Adrian possessed. The room echoed with the sound of wet slapping and Basque's high-pitched moans.

"You're doing well for a toy, Robert," Adrian mused, "but we're done with the appetizer. Stop. Now."

Robert leaped off the bed, instantly dropping to his knees before Adrian. The transition was seamless, a practiced dance of dominance.

"Clean me up, Robert. Use that mouth," Adrian ordered, releasing his hard cock from his trousers.

Robert dove in, his tongue swirling around the head with desperate intensity. While Robert worked, Adrian looked at Basque, who was now frantically rubbing her clit, her eyes locked on the scene.

"Tell me, Basque, does this feel more real than our cuck phone sex?" Adrian asked, his voice dripping with arrogance.

"Yes," she whimpered, her fingers working faster. "Please, Adrian."

Adrian shoved Robert aside, the sissy falling back to masturbate while watching. Adrian lunged onto the bed, his masculine weight pinning Basque down. With a violent thrust, his cock slid deep into her already sopping wet pussy.

"Feel the difference," Adrian groaned, his hips slamming against her. "A sissy could never satisfy a woman like you. You need a man to break you."

He drove into her with rhythmic brutality, balls slapping against her thighs, the sound of their bodies colliding filling the silence. Basque screamed, her walls gripping him tight, the friction creating a frantic, wet heat.

"This is the only way you get your cum," he roared, before erupting deep inside her, his body shuddering with the force of the release.

As they collapsed, Adrian glanced at Robert, who was still staring in awe.

"Better me than your cuck phone sex. I'm the bull. You just get to listen."