Shortly after I had gotten myself wiped off from the last cum dump, I promptly marched back into the sex dungeon with my still raging hard boner leading the way! The moment I stepped into the dimly lit chamber there dangled Zayne Bright, one of my favorite real-life sex dolls.
Earlier, I had dragged him out of his cupboard. Currently, he’s gagged and his arms hang from straps and chains attached to the ceiling—my sexy little mop-haired fuck boy is mine to do with as I pleased.
No, baby. No getting away from your master. Every time he tried and jerk away from my touch, it just got me more excited and riled up. Zayne knew that he’d get slapped hard on his itty-bitty ass whenever it pleased me. I never needed a reason to roam my hands all over his insanely hot body—but his moans kept giving them to me, anyway.
Even though he made a good show of it—whimpering, crying, acting like he just can’t take it—I knew, and he knew as well, that those little pitiful displays just made me get more jacked up and horny.
My little slave boy didn’t even have to say it, I already knew. When he sighed real hard and looked back at my cock wide-eyed, it meant he needed my dick inside him. But there’s something else he needed inside him first. Don’t you dare say no…
