Dillion Carter Proves to be a Bone Greedy Intercourse Sub

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I woke up on the nude couch again, my wrists bound 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 treatment got my cooter so wet. I was sexually aroused to take his cock, prove that I'm a superb victim and need no further training. He spanks me around before making me take his fuckpole deep down my throat, wipes my spit all over my face and tortures me with more gagging. He tossed me all around the couch with such ease. I enjoy being manhandled, frosted in spit and cooter and gullet aching from so much cock. The more I moan, the tougher he gets with me. I get funked sometimes he might do something more than he does, something I truly can't handle. That's why I shut up but lured to converse back again. I think he loves it. He gives me a monstrous steamy flow of his jummy fellow juice every time I rile him up and take his penalizing cock. I know I sate my Master.