." you say, hips shifting as you face me.I smile wickedly, my left hand snaking down to play with my wet pussy. I know the sight of my erect nipples a...nd my hand playing with me arouses you a lot. It feels so fucking good!I could see the veins on your thick cock and bit my lip. I wanted to lean over and take you into my mouth, getting you cum as I’m continuing to stroke and suck you.As I do that, I keep my other hand from my pussy cupping and caressing your balls with my juice-slickened fingers.. I’m an animal. I’m a filthy cunt getting what she deserves. Furia cried out, her entire body tensing, and she unloaded in me, her hot spunk sating my starving womb, that wonderful hybrid concoction that made slaves of slavers. It saturated my walls, soaked into my tender flesh, and left me radiating with satisfaction, pulsing from my nethers with a second heartbeat. She groaned, and pulled herself out. “I’m sorry, Adrianna.” She panted, “I couldn’t stop myself…” Adrianna put her fingers against. It's almost perfect.As usual, I'm speechless -- gagged as I type - with my chains jingling as the words flow. I can feel my stiffness growing in my pink plastic panties. I feel the butt plug inside me. In the full-length mirror to my left, I can see my short, sheer, pink plastic dress, with matching bonnet and booties. I can see three bags of my pasty, drug-sweetened gruel hanging on high wall hooks behind me. I can see the chains the shackle me to my chair. So maybe I'm just a crybaby.After. I can smell Cynthia’s special and enticing aroma, mixed with the scent of amber. I can see that the crotch of her panties is soaked through. She is enjoying being an exhibitionist for my audience of one. But then again, perhaps these panties have been moistened throughout the night. As I pull them down and away from her cunt, I am hit anew with a fresh wave of Cynthia’s aroma of arousal. My cock thrums against my pants. I can see droplets of her juices gathered on her pink lips. I slide the wet.