Chapter 324 Her Cock Night:>>20

• He pushed and pulled the anal dildo. "Fuck!" she yelled around his cock. He wished he could simultaneously shoot a hot load up her ass. He controlled her sucking by pulling the clamps. He yanked on them rhythmically when he wanted her to deep throat him. She buried his shaft down her throat as her screaming nipples and labia were stretched by the merciless hot metal. Still yanking her nipples, he pushed back her head until his cock popped out of her mouth and spewed his load onto her contorted face as she twisted beneath him, desperately trying to catch and swallow his discharge. When he'd finished, her head fell forward, exhausted. His cum formed a stream sliding off her eyebrows, nose and chin, joining the pool of drool on the chair.
• He remembered the camera she'd recently given him as a birthday present. After taking a series of photographs of her limp, dripping form with its metal adornments, he removed the clamps and the dildo and freed her robe from the chair. She moaned as blood re-entered the abused parts. After writing a note in big block letters with a marker pen, he placed it on the table in front of her and left the kitchen.
• Matt doubted she'd still visit his bedroom that night, his cock semi-hard even though he'd cum only a couple of minutes previous. The rest of the evening passed uneventfully and they went to bed without seeing each other. Not surprisingly, she never came to his room to say goodnight. He figured he had exhausted her. And he wasn't too disappointed. After all, he thought, he'd humiliated her by putting her again into an improvised bondage, clamping her luscious tits, shoving a makeshift dildo up her ass and giving her a mind-bending series of orgasms. Not to mention having a highly satisfying jerk off himself. And giving her ongoing orders in the note when she opened her eyes in the kitchen.