I’m locked to his fixed gaze and clamp my mouth shut tight. Yes, sir, I’ll take the pain, my frightened eyes communicate.
At first, the waves of sensation make me twist in my uncomfortable bondage, but then the fire transforms into a yearning need and my body becomes lost in Broc’s fury. He strips off his clothes and mounts my face, pressing his c**k to my lips, which open for the hard erection. As he rides my mouth, he slaps my p***y with a riding crop. I may gag and sputter, but there’s no stopping his depraved need to use me as the pain-slut slave I was to him once—and will always be. I slurp and suck, thoughtlessly, as I’ve been trained. I think this rhythm will take us both to a rollicking climax, but he pulls out of my face, and turns around, stuffing his erection into my cunt. He
