star !!

Talking them through it so sweetly. See, doesn't that feel better? Aren't you glad you gave in when you did? Pulling their face back to me when they turn away. No, sweet thing. I need you to look at me. Look at me or I stop moving. That's better. I need to know that it's me you're thinking about. And it is me they're thinking about. Even if their gaze is full of hate and they're gritting their teeth and digging their nails into me like they want me to bleed.

With the new machine, guess who gets to tackle this old design again?

Having them on their back, legs spread and their poor cunt dripping for my attention. Of course I’m nice enough to rub them and make them feel just a little bit of pleasure, but being the needy whore they are they can’t help but to grind against my hand for more. I smack their cunt, reminding them to be patient only to be met with begging eyes and whimpers for more. It only takes three more times before they cum, making such a mess just a few slaps. I can only laugh how pathetic they look when they realize, flipping them over on their stomach and tugging their collar back to me to make sure I can see their pretty tears as I taunt them.