Het poesje van Stella May heeft meer slaaftraining nodig op de Sybian

I didn't want to struggle too much. My arms were cuffed and chained to posts, the Sybian fucking machine under me, my pussy resting on the tormenting orgasm flesh pad. The vibration makes me orgasm over and over, no matter how hard I try to outlast. My Master finally came in and turned on the machine, mild at first. It made me twitch and moan through my ball gag. He yanked my gag down and shoved his huge cock deep in my throat, holding me head by the hair, pushing his meat down deeper.There was so much spit. He raised the sybian speed, distracting me more as I slobbered over his dick.I'm not sure why I deserved such sexual disgrace. I thought I was a well-trained slave, doing whatever he wanted me to. It's what I kept thinking as he fucked my mouth deep and rough. He had enough of my mouth, raising the Sybian machine maxed out before pushing me off and exposing my pussy for him to roughly fuck. He entered me, owning my pussy, pounding through the last tingles of the Sybian, making cum