I’m so hooked on being violated and used up. It consumes me just as much as my master abuses me. I’m addicted to the sensational oragasms I get when I’m surrounded by fear, the worse the pain the more my sloppy gaping hole flows like a river. Any chance I get to fucked and turned into a vile submissive slave I take, the boring men who want to smother me in love, cash and family just bore me to death.
You’ve created the most evil and sick bitch without putting an end to my existence master. My mouth is your bucket, my body is tortured and your personal trash, each night you finish me off there’s no promise for tomorrow. This time you want an audience, exhibitionist abuse, show people your perverted pussy pissy puppy.
Bondage whore, put me in my place sick fuck!
I know my place with master and there’s no way out otherwise he’ll be choking me for the ultimate brutal position and tied down. Taken down to the back room I’m surrounded by strange eyes, staring at my naked body while their bulges grew. So sweaty and moist my whole body is tingling I’m so fucking turned on. Swollen, clammy dampy and warm my creamsicle filled cooter was ready for the god damn smack down. I’m the prize with my legs in clamps.
As I’m being whipped smacked spanked and screamed at I could hear all the pre cum drops dripping onto the cold dark floor. Strapped down and gagged, thrusted my meow meow into master as he shoved his fist up me, knuckles ripping and tearing me from the inside out. The more I jerked the harder he went. Bloody cum dripping off the table I’m screaming for more. So many hands now slapping me, pulling my nipples, clamping my bell I bursted and squirted spewing musky goey bloody fluids. So deep and hard I soiled the table down the the dark dirty ground.
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