“This is your fucking life now, worshipping this dick, I own you, I own your body, you hear me, bitch, you’re property!”
He could hear her, but words were passing through with him registering. He scratched at her chiselled thighs, but to no avail, her cock head slamming time and time again at the delicate entrance to his throat, causing him to gag and retch on her tool. Look at how fucking cock drunk you are.” She laughed then as she smeared her slick dripping cock around his caramel face, slapping her steely meat into the plushness of his lips
“Open wide, slut.”
He did so, obedient, eyes looking up at her. Glancing back from the window he took a sip from his coffee, the sweet milky latte bringing strength to his tired frame as he looked across the small table as the muscled blonde woman opposite him, a black americano with a shot of caramel held in one hand, stared back, her gaze radiating a discomfort that matched his own. The denim fabric pooled around her ankles as her massive cock sprang free, fully erect and throbbing, it’s lust and needs to be sated driving any and all remaining control from Andrea as she grinned.
