Сексуальна ганьба - Вельма ДеАрмонд знову зв'язана

The worse part of sexual disgrace is waiting for my Master. He had my neck collared to a post, bent over and arms belted to a rod. My energy depletes by the time he finally walks into the room. When he's gone, he's gone. When he's in front of me, it's usually with a throbbing erection. He doesn't waste anymore time when he's standing before me. He shoves his cock deep down my throat, giving me no time to prepare for it. My lips always stretch around his shaft. His cock is so thick. I definitely feel it when he penetrates my shallow pussy. It's hurtful, but I can't get enough of it. I wish he'd keep it there, yet he loves to go back and forth between my mouth and tight pussy. He wears me out before he actually satisfies himself. All I can do is hang on to what I've been attached to and enjoy the taste of his great cock when he isn't pounding me in.