A latex girl thing

Slave peered up at him. He moved closer and began to tap the end of her nose with his cock. Her dark eyes crossed a few times, but she fought the urge and continued to look into his eyes. He grabbed her head, moving it along his cock. He rubbed his cock across the sleek, black latex surface; Slave noticeably closed her eyes as if she could feel it. He repeatedly rubbed her cheeks; each time he changed sides he ran the head of his cock over the ball gag, keeping it from touching her lips.

Rusty then gave her a slap with his cock. It made a noise, too, and Slave noticeably flinched. He slapped her again with it, and again, trading sides of her face. Each time she moaned and jumped as if struck by lightning. He bounced it of her chin as if he was thinking, trying to get her to look at it so he could get her to look at it. Slave was doing her damnedest not to.

To distract her, Rusty said, “You know, after touring your apartment,” and he began to stroke his cock, “I’ve come to the conclusion” and she was really, really trying not to look for her eyes were now wide open “that you are who you say you are: a submissive cum whore. Are you a submissive cum whore?”