You called me for some hot sex, and we started our phone session right away.”Madame Raina, I heard you wanted to see me?” I take a step in, and shut the door with a smile on my face. My gaze was raw and hungry as I chewed on my lower lip. You knew the look in my eyes, and you start nearly squirming. You knew exactly what I expected from my little slut. You dropped to your knees; I giggled, stroking my thick cock beneath my skirt. “What a good girl.” I lift my skirt, and you see I’m not wearing any panties. “I think you’re as horny as I am. Go on, take a lick of this candy cane.” I step closer, and force you to kiss the tip of my thick pixie stick.
My cock twitched, slowly growing into it’s full ten inches. You wrap your lips around my throbbing tranny dick. There was a thick, sticky drop of my sugar-sweet pre cum oozing onto your tongue. You moan, and I whisper, “Good girl.” I grab a handful of your hair, my candy cane cock hard as fuck as I slid it into the back of your throat. You stare at me, wide eyed. pleading. “I think you can take it.” I coo. I pull you forward, pressing the tip of my pixie stick girl prick down your throat, dripping candy pre cum. I forced you balls deep. Your eyes are watering; I’m throbbing in your throat. “Good girl. Who do you belong to?” You try to moan that you’re mine, but you just end up choking all over my thick girl dick. I could read your gaze, and I started violently face fucking you, rough and quick, the taste of me filling your throat.
I came, hard, filling you up. You craved this, to please me. For me to use you. You need to be my little cumslut. You’ll swallow every load I offer. I came again, pulling out a bit so that milky sticky sweetness sprayed all over your tongue. You keep sucking, draining every last drop. “You love being used and ruined by me, don’t you, little one?” I smirk. My cock is getting hard again. “Do you want more?”
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