Disgrâce sexuelle - la petite chatte de Velma DeArmond prend une énorme bite

Chains scare me. They remind me of prisoners. Maybe that's why my new Master used them to bind me down. I didn't want to struggle too much. My arms and legs were chained to a post, a single crate keeping me from hanging there. I'm not sure why I deserved such sexual disgrace. It's what I kept thinking as he fucked me deep. I'm usually tight and shallow. He didn't care. He went as fast as he wanted, pushing his cock in me as deep as he could. I kept pleading for mercy. I couldn't handle his massive dick. Yet, instead, he brought out a fucking machine with a dildo just like him, going faster than any guy I've been. I couldn't whine. He had me by my hair, holding it in place to deep throat every inch he owns.