Splat. Splat.It’s like I can hear the semen impact the walls of her darkened cave.Splat. Splat. Splat.Her anal chute ripples and my cock jerks again...and again and again.Splat. Splat.I grow lightheaded.Splat.Her anal muscles pull at my shaft one last time and it’s over.Splat.I’m panting breathlessly. And I’m numb. The monster is gone.It’s fucking black comedy tragic how I felt more in control in prison, even though I had no control at all. I guess the bars were safety valves. Kept things locked. "I hadn't even realized that I'd still been looking at her real head (because it was the one actually doing the speaking, since detachable heads don't exist, of course), but it made perfect sense that she would interpret the gesture as just being polite."I'm sorry - I'm just not used to seeing someone with your... condition," I responded with a hint of affected awkwardness."It's no problem. I'm just like anyone else, really." Of course you are. It must really come in handy in the bedroom too,. She stayed the entire time, making sure everything was in place and nothing was spilled. After everyservant was gone and the betrothed couple had been served, Mrs. Berry winked at Tayla and left with a smile on her face. The wink and smiles did not escape Dimitri’s notice. ‘What was all that about?’ he asked Tayla, staring at all the food on his plate. ‘What was what?’ Tayla asked innocently. She was already pushing food around her plate to get to what she wanted. ‘The wink Mrs. Berry gave you. . She wasn't playing with dry rub! Then out of no where she straddled my hips, causing my dick to pop out beside her and Nestlé into her ass crack. I was a bit confused how this would play out but I've never claimed to be rational with a hard on.The next few seconds involved something I still don't believe happened. She grabs my dick and leans back, slowly parting her ass cheeks and rest the head of my dick against her very lubricated ass hole. While I was still trying to process this my.