Your hips begin thrusting, using my skull as your personal fuck-toy. Your free hand pulls down the top of my dress, exposing my breasts.The sound of t...e slaps reaches me before the sting does. I moan on your cock, choking as you push forward again. Tears well up in my eyes.“Did you miss gagging on my cock, filthy slut?” You ask, still thrusting.It’s hard to answer with your cock in my throat, but I do anyway. My “Yes, Sir” comes out a muffled garble, but it appeases you, and I’m awarded more. Adura began panting more heavily, her hips giving a gentle grind forward as sweet cream began to fill the glass bottle in front of her. She wet her lips slowly, panting as it continued to drip and jet out of her breasts, soaking her front in trails of the sweet cream. Moaning, her eyes fluttering open from the surprise of a pink tongue dragging its way up her slim chest. Adura turned, blushing deep in as she stared at a laughing pair of bright green eyes rising up to hers. She swallowed, her. After telling her parents about the baby, the fight with the preacher (her crying and listening while he yelled) and Pam who normally would have been yelling also as the preachers wife, understood since she was also my cum slut blackmailed sex slave. Pam tried to hold the middle ground and tell her husband, "she is not perfect, what about forgiveness, it happens, etc." So, with all those emotions going in her she needed her Master to make love to her.I tenderly kissed her for a change and she. I took my dress off and was crying. He called someone, one guy came in, gave a mischievous smile, took my dress, and left.“You look so dirty. Go to the bathroom and get yourself presentable,” he pointed me to the bathroom. I went inside, there was an old, used toothbrush. “That’s my brush only, use it,” he yelled and laughed.I was feeling like puking. I have never even brushed in my hubby’s toothbrush. I brushed the teeth, and water was not coming in the tap. I politely informed him.There was a.