A latex girl thing
“Damn, I can think of a lot of femdoms that would beat you purple for such blasphemy,” chuckled Rusty.
“My opinion only, Master,” said Slave, “is that your jizz inside of me assures me of my role in our world. Force it down my throw. Pump it up my ass. Make me squeeze my loins to draw it out. I want that validation of my submissive station.” She drew closer, eyes watering as her arousal was clearly overtaking her. “I want your cum, Master. I’ll beg for it. I will do as you ask, and you may do as you will to me. Anything, Master, please?”
He never wanted to fuck a woman so bad in his life, including his horny times in high school. Rusty said, “There’s a better room?”
“Master, I know the perfect room for us.” She lead him back through the floor of goodies. “It is clean, and it is close to this room so you may…choose how best to pleasure yourself with me.”
Rusty kept that in mind as she opened the door. Inside was a large room, mocked up like a classic dungeon found in some castle in Europe with modern conveniences thrown it; tables, spreader bars, and a few other useful instruments.
