I only ever called her “Toy”. “M-m-master! One of them cried, “Cum in that tight, warm asshole!”
I grunted loudly and began thrusting faster as my cum flooded around my cock, lubricating me and allowing me to move faster. The five girls rushed forward and administered to the toy I had just played with. My toy was squealing, but I hardly registered that too. I felt my balls grow much warmer, at some level noticed my toy’s loud moan, and I heard the girls in the doorway squealing with delight. She wasn’t supposed to be up. The red-head, after drinking my cum, turned around and crawled up between my legs, wrapping both hands around my still swollen cock. My toy licked the cream off of her lip and gulped audibly. “I just wanted some cream, Master….” She looked at me cutely, begging me to be lenient with her eyes. My cock was hot and it was difficult thrusting in and out. Others were licking her body, kissing her all over. I watched it shrink as cum poured out of it. Now show it to me…”
My toy hesitated, biting her lip. Her tiny, plump breasts were pushed together, little pink nipples erect in the cold as she held the can of whipped cream in front of her. I watched it shrink as cum
