I can’t resist my Master’s need to tied my neck with a stiff steel collar, my arms tied up with tight leather straps, fixed to posts keeping in place on my knees. How does he know I love this? I enjoy being his sex slave, enduring any training he thinks I need. I love when he grabs my hair and makes me takes his dick deep down my throat. He doesn’t care if I gag. He keeps shoving it as far as he can, smacking the back of my head to go further down my throat. I will accept it all, as long as he wants. I even acquire aggressive and beg for more. Of course, he likes to stretch out my pussy with his hung dick. He rearranges me on my back, legs spread and wrists bound together. It’s the perfect position to pound my cunt in. His huge cock opens me up wide, reaching abyss inside me. Sometimes it’s too much but he doesn’t care. He grabs my hips, pulls on my hair, slaps my hooters, making me scream, pulling me back on his throbbing boner over and over. When my legs go numb from all the orgasms, he makes me clean my peach juice off his cock with my tongue. It tastes so excellent. I always beg for my Daddy’s cum. If I’ve pleased him, he rewards me with a load. I tend to obtain my wish.
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