She moved between his legs, and suddenly something cold and hard and big and round pressed up against him. Forcing entry where things were only meant to exit, that insult pained and shamed him in equal measure. Blood flooded Todd’s already flushed face with heat, and he gasped as the bulbous head of Mistress Alyssa’s p***s pushed up deeper inside him. She paused a minute then, only ten percent inserted, and Slut-boy had a second to get accustomed to that uncomfortable, unnatural and yet strangely evocative invasion. But then Mistress’ fingers found the switch. A motor snapped into humming life, cold turned to hot, and the entire big prick began to vibrate.
A second later his mistress grabbed his hips, and Slut-boy tried to brace himself. Then ready or not, afraid, aroused and abashed or n
