A latex girl thing
Rusty made it to the first room and went through it…
“Ohhhhhhhhhh, Ahhhhhhhh, hurtssssssssss,” Slave yelled. She then pointed out, “I’m a fucking porn star, Master, I can fake it! Pain, Orgasms, Sincerity: it doesn’t matter! I leak my natural lubricant that gives me that lustrous shine through my pussy and you swinging dicks go ape shit!”
Rusty ran into the other room and tried to pry apart the fuck furniture…
Slave began climbing the stairs. “While the sex was fake most of my story I told you is true! I love men! I love sperm! I want a bunch of men to drain their cum down my throat! I don’t care how I get it done! Fans of my websites send me sperm in milk bottles upon request, but I can’t live on snacks: I need fresh daily goodness, straight from the bull!”
Rusty ran into the one of the other rooms: the Med Play room! His hopes came back…
Slave stopped and stood at the foot of the corridor at the top of the stairs, hands on hips; pussy lips still smacking between her legs. “I’m not the bad gal here.I honestly let many of my meals go after the first date. Some never find out what I really am; some pretend they don’t, but they don’t freak the fuck out even if we never meet again. They let me drink my fill, they sit back, relax the best they can, and they leave. Maybe they live to tell their story on a bondage fiction website!”
