Seksuele schande - Alice Amore's kleine poesje verdraagt schande

I don't know what he wanted from me. I'm sure I never met him before. But he brought me to his dungeon, bent me over and tied me to an arm rack, belts keeping me in place. I was vulnerable to any desperate sick guy, like my new Master. I didn't see when he came in. His touch from behind startled me. His first dip into my twat made me quiver. His cock was so big. My pussy is too small to handle such length and girth. It didn't stop him from fucking me fast and deep. He was out of control. All I could do was hold on tight and take the pounding. He would randomly walk around to make me gag. I've never taken a cock like his deep down my throat. I'd gag the moment it touched my nostrils. But it was a big relief from getting fucked. He obviously noticed and brought something out for me: a fucking machine. He teased my pussy a bit before letting it go on full speed. He continued playing with my throat, bobbing my head on his hard knob.