Mm, Mistress p-please! the whore begged out from underneath me. I had his thick, curly hair in an exceedingly vice-like grip, pulling his head back as far as it could go as I rammed my huge strap-on into his gaping hole over and yet again. Awe, does the poor little slut want something? I yanked his hair back even harder. Use your words, pet. I finished the statement by spitting on his face.
