A latex girl thing

It was at first a bit of a challenge. Slave was sitting low, and by the design of the bondage she had to be. Rusty’s cock was so hard it naturally curled upward, so forcing it down on a slight angle took away some of his leverage. It became more challenging as the kinky moment wore on. He gave her no warm up; he just drilled for the back of her mouth. Her warbling with each of his thrusts just made his dick throb. Her tongue could flick his shaft in passing. Her mouth was just moist. The act of defilement was way too fucking hot, overtaking the disadvantages.

Rusty’s legs buckled as he refrained from erupting, and he pulled out. Slave moaned and whimpered, clearly wanting his cock. Instead, like a good sadist, he retreated but kept pulling up on her head. He bent down, grabbed the vibrator, and began fucking her relentlessly with it. She whined and whinnied; screaming was too hard to do with her forced-open mouth. He did this, doing it until she was nearly crying and was literally jumping out of her latex skin. A puddle quickly formed under her crotch visibly on the floor.