She was well used. Kneeling, cum dripping from her pussy, thighs coated with her own cum and his mixed, her asshole slick with lubricant and still gaping from a hard fucking. She was well used by him but, certainly not done. As she quivered another aftershock squished out more cum to drip down her legs.

He too was very wet. She was such a good girl she ha squirted over him again and again as he fucked her, fingered her, licked her, teased her. She had lost track of time and space, all she knew was that he made her cum and cum until she didn’t even know her own name. But he would tell her what her name was. He always did.

She was his precious little cum slut.

On all fours, legs spread apart and cuffed to spreader bars so she could not close them. Hands cuffed in front of her so that she was forced to stay with her ass high in the air for him to amuse himself with. She waited breathlessly for his next pleasure of her.

His words echoe’d in her head over and over. His precious little cum slut…his…His….all his. She was his. She had been since they first spoke. Had been since before then she felt. She was made for him, for his pleasures.

When he spoke to her, his voice penetrated her. It violated her. It spread her mind open and he would thrust his voice into her and she would be at his mercy. She was his, mind, body, and soul. She would have it no other way.

So as she knealt there, cum dripping from her wet cunt, she was so happy.