Pegging Punishment for my Laundry Sub
So I dragged his dumb, worthless face into the dryer, then bent him over the washing machine, legs shaking, ass in the air, begging for mercy I wasn’t about to give.
My thick strapon slid into his tight little asshole with a few big thrusts — no warm-up, no care — just raw, punishing dominance. Every thrust reminded him: This cock owns you. You exist to serve, obey, and remember your place.
Moans turned to sobs. Sobs turned to desperate whimpers as I fucked his holes raw — reclaiming what’s mine. By the end? He was drooling on the laundry floor, stretched open, trembling… And I made him clean the lint trap. Because that’s what broken little toys do. They learn.
He was supposed to be useful. Instead, he nearly burned my house down! He left the lint trap filthy again as if he doesn’t know how much I hate laziness. Like he forgot who really owns him. So I dragged his dumb, worthless face into the dryer, then bent him over the washing machine, legs shaking,...
So I dragged his dumb, worthless face into the dryer, then bent him over the washing machine, legs shaking, ass in the air, begging for mercy I wasn’t about to give.
My thick strapon slid into his tight little asshole with a few big thrusts — no warm-up, no care — just raw, punishing dominance. Every thrust reminded him: This cock owns you. You exist to serve, obey, and remember your place.
Moans turned to sobs. Sobs turned to desperate whimpers as I fucked his holes raw — reclaiming what’s mine. By the end? He was drooling on the laundry floor, stretched open, trembling… And I made him clean the lint trap. Because that’s what broken little toys do. They learn.
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