My hooded slave is bound to the whipping post, kneeling. Waiting.
With my slick purple cock, strapped to my leather harness, I ride his face and throat for all they are worth, barely allowing this slut to get a gasp of air. Why stop when I am having fun using his face for my own evil intentions? Don’t let my smile fool you; I am plotting how to take this slut further, sliding that cock deeper, holding his head down.
It’s more fun seeing him try so hard, gasping, gagging, and panting.