Extreme Bondage Is Just Right For This Submissive Whore!

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Now, I am nothing more than a living, breathing fuckhole. I exist in a state of permanent heat, my holes perpetually open and waiting for the next intrusion. I spend my weekends at the club, stripped bare, my ass held wide open by a spreader bar for any man with a cock to use. I love the sight of the line forming, each man eager to take his turn ruining me.

 

One man slams into my pussy while another drives a thick cock deep into my throat, their rhythms clashing as I whimper in absolute ecstasy. I take them all, my walls gripping and squeezing, my body absorbing every inch of meat they offer. When they cum, they don’t pull out; they fill me to the brim, pumping hot, thick loads of cum deep into my womb and my rectum.

 

I lie there, shaking and drenched in seed, my eyes glazed over in a submissive haze. I don’t want a break; I want the next man. I arch my back, presenting my dripping, gaping holes to the room, a mindless slut who lives only to be filled. I am the perfect tool, a limitless void of pleasure, forever open and forever craving the next hard cock to stretch me wide.

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