I whimper miserably, trying to ignore the growing secret excitement throbbing throughout my own bound body. As instructed earlier, I use my carefully curved lips and tongue to create a warm, wet, tight little trough for that nasty-smelling organ to slip through. Dimly I hear raucous cheers, jeers, glasses clinking and Katia’s camera clicking, again and again and again, as those strong hands grip steady my head and that hard-and-yet-soft, pulsing hot pole begins stroking pneumatically into and out of me.
Despite my earlier training I gag a bit as Butt-boy’s pungent monster chafes my throat. Yet despite its urgent engorgement, this prick is much softer than the plastic and rubber ones my mistresses so gleefully r***d me with before, and it’s generally smaller as well. I quickly gain contro
