Mastering Your Human Pet in Hardcore BDSM

I don't give you a choice. I shove my thick, vein-filled cock into your mouth, forcing your jaw wide. You gag and whimper around the head of my dick, but I just thrust deeper, hitting the back of your throat with rhythmic, punishing force. My fingers dig into your scalp as I fuck your mouth, listening to the wet, sloppy sounds of your spit mixing with my pre-cum. You suck harder, your eyes watering, desperate to please your master.

Once your mouth is sufficiently coated in my spit, I flip you over. I push your hips high into the air, leaving your ass exposed and trembling. I don't use lube; I want you to feel every bit of the friction. I line my cock up against your tight, wet pussy and drive home in one massive, violent thrust. You scream into the floor, your body jolting as my dick stretches you to your absolute limit.

I begin to fuck you with a brutal, steady pace, my hips slamming against your ass with loud, fleshy cracks. Every thrust buries my balls against your skin, forcing you to take the full length of me. I reach around to grab your breasts, squeezing them hard while I hammer into your soaking wet hole. You're begging now, whimpering like a wounded animal, your hips bucking back against me to meet every heavy lunge.

I can feel my climax building, a white-hot pressure in my gut. I speed up, my thrusts becoming shallow and rapid, pounding against your cervix. I growl, pulling your hair back to expose your throat as I let out a guttural moan. I blast my hot, thick cum deep inside your pussy, pulsing my cock against your walls as I fill you up. You twitch and quiver beneath me, completely broken and owned, as I finish my load inside your begging body.