Fucky-fucky Sub Jayden Rae Comebacks to Get her Master's Torrid Load

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This sesh was rough. I couldn't believe how aching I was when he ultimately let me go. The last time my Sir had me in his grip, I left tired and weak, exhausted from all the climaxes he made me have. I've never pleaded for so much jizz-shotgun before. This time I couldn't scream at all. If his lollipop was in my mouth, it was deep down my throat. If he was pounding my beaver in, he would pop the ball gag in my facehole or open up my facehole open with his hands. That was my dearest part. All I could really do is suffer it all and enjoy. My forearms were strapped behind my back, my gams shivering from being kept in his lair all night, waiting for him to use me. He took me from behind, making me take it like a mega-bitch in heat. He'd slam me on the ground and tossed me into whatever pose he wanted. I enjoyed when he made me sit on his cock, taking every inch down to his balls, and rail him like the fellow he is. He kept slamming his lollipop into me further, drool trickling from my mouth, cream running in rivulets from my pussy. I enjoy it when he does this to me. Why? This isn't normal. Is it? Honestly, I don't even question it when he pops on my face. Maybe that's why I enjoy it so much.