When she was ready to blow, she straddled my chest, stroked her slick cock right over me, and unloaded thick, hot ropes of cum all over my face and body, letting it drip everywhere so I could taste every messy drop of her.
She flipped me missionary, wrapped her hand tight around my throat to pin me down, and drove that thick Brazilian dick balls-deep, owning me completely until I was moaning like a total slut.
I couldn’t resist when G started teasing me, her perfect perky tits, that juicy round Brazilian ass, and her thick hard cock swaying as she did this slow, dirty little dance that had me leaking and begging in seconds.
When his desperation peaks, she shifts lower, lubing thick fingers to probe and stretch his ass, replacing them with progressively larger plugs and dildos that plunge deeper, stretching him open, training him to take whatever she commands.
She squeezes his balls in tight, pulsing grips, twists his nipples until they’re red and swollen, then introduces her favorite toys—vibrating sleeves, textured strokers, ridged rings, working his shaft with expert cruelty, denying release while his hips strain uselessly against the bonds.
For forty-five relentless minutes she tests him without mercy. Her oiled hand wraps around his cock, stroking with agonizing slowness, edging him to the brink again and again before yanking away, leaving him throbbing.
Mistress May has claimed her newest prize: Slayer, strapped helplessly into the cold steel gyno chair, wrists cuffed high, ankles locked wide in the stirrups, legs twisted apart in obscene vulnerability.