Hannah Hearlty's Choking Venture

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All I reminisce from that night is my Master's man-meat drilling my deep throat, gasping over and over. He didn't care what came out of me. He captured my hair and pried my throat open for his pleasure. All I could was take it. My hands were roped behind me, my breast bound tight, making any movement I made hurt. It was unspoiled agony. But I luved it. I was appreciative when he tucked my face against the floor and entered me from behind. I'm not sure which fuckhole was suited nicer for this man's pony cock. I was squealing so loud, he popped a ball gag in my mouth. It didn't stop me from screaming. He was pummeling me raunchy and deep. He would surprise with his dick in my mouth. I could taste my cooter on his shaft. I desired more. I considered myself to be a raunchy woman who could take care of herself. I was proven to be a powerless whining dame after my sexual disgrace. It's what my Tormentor wanted. Blindfolded, he shackled me on his cold leather couch, hands pulled to the side and gams pulled back for easy access to my pussy. He embarked things off plain enough with fingerblasting and a vibrator. It felt so excellent I couldn't hold back my giggles. He did this for awhile. The vibrations became more intense, more and more frigs injecting me, experiencing around for my g-spot. I commenced to get nervous. I've never milked so long. Since he wouldn't let me jism it was a compete to endure. He eventually stopped. But I could hear him fiddling with something. I abruptly felt something placed deep in my pussy. A switch popped on and I realized it was a pummeling machine. It was going quick and deep. I couldn't focus on it since my Tormentor brought back the vibrator, pummeling my throat at the same time. I felt so disgraced.