Added: August 15, 2018 | Category: Humiliation This session was demanding. I couldnt believe it might be. The last time that my Master had me in his grip, I left weak and tired, tired from all the orgasms he made me own. Ive never cried so much. This time that I couldnt shout in any respect. When his dick was in my mouth, it had been deep down my throat. If he had been pounding my pussy in, he’d pop up the ball gag in my mouth or stretch my mouth open with his palms. This was my favorite part. All I could do is suffer it all and enjoy. My arms were tied behind my back, my legs trembling from being stored in his lair through the night long, waiting for him to work with me. He kept plunging his dick to me, then spit oozing from my mouth, then cream dripping from my pussy. I love it when he can do so to me personally. Why? This isnt standard. Can it be? |
