A latex girl thing
The both of them were grunting like trapped animals. Slave bound and gagged, mouth full of choking cum. Rusty ensnared by her rocking latex body in bondage with her super soaking vagina giving his phallus new, hardening life. Her hole, after all that punishment, after her clit gushing like a sprinkler, was ultra-tight; it felt like it was strangling his ‘chicken’.
Slave’s eyes crossed before they completely closed and all she did was utter nonsense. Rusty oozed sex; muscles working, soaked in sweat, exercising his sex organ, pushing it past its limits. Both felt the growth, the ever changing length, the expanse of width. Her weight began to play against his cock, which seemingly made the rest of it want to keep growing without his body. He growled as well, gritting his teeth as his heart raced and his breathing became deeper, yet shorter.
His knees buckled.
Her head just rolled on her neck like it was on a swivel.
He saw spots.
She saw stars.
He felt cold.
She felt her insides get warm. It caused her to melt.
