In reply to the swirling attentions of her tongue, his cock, almost as if it had a mind of its own, spews forth a fountain of his frothy cream cum. Jetting it down her throat to her belly, he groans deeply as he clutches her hair, his hips dancing in the dim light.

Yanking his withering cock from her mouth he drops her back to the fetid mattress and steps back to look at her.

"Now do you understand you little fuck piece. You air what you are right now. You will be until I tire of you or until you fail to please me. That
s right. You are mine. My toy, my fuck slut, my whore. And it please me that you seem to like it."