Mistress Loow and Mistress LA walked in like they owned me and newsflash, they do. Strap-ons armed, eyes hungry, and me? Just a submissive little slut, begging to be ruined. They started soft… too soft. Fingering my dripping pussy, making me suck Mistress LA’s thick silicone cock like I actually deserved it.
Spoiler: I didn’t. But I played along… until the dildos came out. First the pink one. Then the gingerbread creature. Then? Oh, the dragon… They loved how I squealed. How my pussy clenched around every inch. How I begged with tears in my eyes.
And when Sir Liam Idols walked in with that smirk, cock already hard and mohawk glinting like trouble? I knew I was fucked. In the best way. Spit-roasting? Please. Gagged on cock while another pounded my dripping hole? Obviously.
And when Sir made me deepthroat that his massive cock while the Mistresses paddled my ass red and vibrated my clit into oblivion? I came so hard I saw stars and then came again because I’m that good at taking it.
But the cruelest part? They pinned me down, cock still buried in my throat, and tickled my sides, my feet, my thighs with fingers everywhere. I was laughing, crying, cumming; all at once.
A perfect mess. You need to see how far I stretch. How loud I scream. How wet I get being used by three deities of domination. Do you dare watch me break?
