Dillion Carter okazuje się być głodnym kutasem niewolnikiem seksualnym

I woke up on the bare bed again, my wrists tied behind my back with tight leather cuffs. My legs were restrained as well. I wasn't going anywhere. Master came in. I heard his footsteps. Hearing him approach got my pussy so wet. I was excited to take his cock, prove that I'm a good slave and need no further training. He slaps me around before making me take his cock deep down my throat, smears my spit all over my face and torments me with more gagging. He threw me all around the bed with such ease. I love being man handled, covered in spit and pussy and mouth sore from so much cock. The more I moan, the rougher he gets with me. I get scared sometimes he might do something more than he does, something I really can't handle. That's why I shut up but tempted to talk back again. I think he likes it. He gives me a huge steamy load of his sweet man juice every time I rile him up and take his punishing cock. I know I please my Master. -Dillion Carter