ChannelSexual Disgrace
I can’t resist my Master’s need to bound my wrists with stiff leather straps, chained to posts pulling my arms apart. He also chains my ankles to the floor. How does he know I love this? I enjoy 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 neck. I will take it all, as long as he wants. Of course, he also likes to stand me up, bend me over and pound my pussy in. His huge cock opens me up wide, reaching deep inside me. Sometimes it’s too much but he… doesn’t care. He grabs my hips, pulls on my hair, slaps my tits, making me scream, pulling me back on his throbbing boner over and over. When my legs go numb from all the orgasms, he pushes me back down on my knees to clean my pussy juice off his cock. It tastes so good. I always beg for my Daddy’s cum. If I’ve pleased him, he rewards me with load. I tend to get my wish.
