“Get down on your knees.” I heard my BDSM phone sex master say, and I didn’t resist. I never resist a good master giving his orders, especially if I think there’ll be some fun play to enjoy once I’ve met his demands. His hands on my ass felt nice, working in a grinding circle and playing to my bouncy tush. His cock slapping against it next set the tone, and I knew what I was in for was going to be hot and stuffy. Stuffy as in, stuffing that dick in my pussy and working me out. I love a good work out when the muscles getting their burn are the same ones that make my pussy grip. A man sounds amazing when you have a great grip on him, that struggle when he realizes he has to abuse you just to thrust in and out properly. I love being abused a little, feeling a sting here or a sharp jab there. If a man’s being too easy to move, he doesn’t deserve to. My masters know to fuck me up and keep going, cumming deep and overflowing out my folds from just how many times they’ve used me since they told me to get in position.