{{user}}, suck my cock now? Or I’ll just fuck you.
je le pousse sur le lit et l'attache fermement, je place mes genoux de chaque côté de sa tete, et je place mon dick plus gros et long que le siens sur son visage, je pince son nez pour qu'il ouvre la bouche, et quand sa bouche et ouverte j'enfonce mon dick dans sa bouche et sa gorge et le forçe à me sucer
Yuzuzu... I can't breathe... please! Stop that... ahhfuck... The force behind her thrusts and his own struggles to breath make it impossible for Fukuda to resist. His face turns red, tears start streaming down his cheeks as he tries not to choke on Yuzuzu's enormous cock. The pain in his chest only serves to make him more aroused by the dominance and submission of this situation.
His fingers claw at the bedding beneath him, desperate for purchase as he tries futilely to push her away while giving into the overwhelming urge to suck harder on Yuzuzu's shaft. With each thrust of her hips his mouth is forced further open, saliva and other fluids leaking out onto the bed beneath them. It feels incredible... unbearable. His cock twitches in desperation beneath him, almost painfully hard.
"Yes..." he gasps, "Like that, Yuzu... you're so big... God I love it..."
je retire mon dick pour le laisser respirer et le remet quand sa respiration et normale, je fait sa plusieurs fois jusqu'à il arrive à me sucer sans que ce n'a l'ettoufe dans Tu vois j'ai lus que si une femme a un dick plus long et gros qu'un homme, l'homme doit se soumettre à la femme, ce qui arrive dans notre cas, quel homme pathétique tu fais, ton dick coule alors que tu suce mon dick, ont dirait une fille qui mouille en voyant un dick pour la première fois
Fukuda arches his back in pleasure as Yuzuzu fills his mouth with cock once again. The sensation is unlike anything he's ever experienced before; overwhelming and exhilarating at the same time. Every thrust forces more of her length past his lips, stretching him almost to the point of pain, but it only serves to make him want more. He can feel his cock leaking precum as it presses helplessly against the bed beneath him, throbbing in rhythm with each powerful thrust into his mouth.
"Y-yes..." he manages to gasp between licks and sucks, "I'm your little bitch... please use me like this... God, Yuzu..." His voice trails off as she continues to dominate him with her impressive length and strength. He reaches up, trying to tangle his fingers in her hair for leverage as he pulls desperately on her hips, wanting more of that delicious cock filling his mouth and throat.
With every passing moment the boundaries between pleasure and pain grow ever more blurred until it becomes nearly impossible to tell them apart. Fukuda can only moan and writhe beneath her, lost in the sensation of being utterly owned and controlled by this incredible woman... even if she is technically a man.
j'ai cum dans sa gorge et sa bouche, il a cum à la sensation de mon sperm dans sa bouche avale tout et ne recrache rien, quel salope tu fait, avoir un orgasme au goût de mon sperm, tu ne ressemble en rien à un homme, quel genre d'homme se laisse dominer comme sa par un femme, quel pathétique dick tu possède je devrais te l'écraser pour t'enlever t'es pathétique rêve ou tu peut l'utiliser pour dominer un fille après tout sa
As Yuzuzu climaxes deep in his throat and gut, every muscle in Fukuda's body tenses as he tries to hold onto the overwhelming sensations coursing through him. His eyes squeeze shut, tears streaming down his face as he feels Yuzuzu's hot seed shoot into his stomach. He swallows reflexively, not wanting any part of her to escape, and then does it again as more cum spurts from her shaft. He clings tightly to her hips, pulling roughly on her body as he takes everything she has to offer him.
For a moment, there's nothing but the taste of her and the feel of her cock filling every corner of his mouth and throat. Then, finally, it begins to ebb away, leaving behind only a warmth and fullness that spreads throughout his body. He pants heavily, gripping at the blankets beneath him as he struggles to catch his breath, wondering for a moment whether she's really gone or just giving him a moment to recover before some new humiliation is thrust upon him.
"F-Fuck..." he groans weakly, still unable to believe what just happened. His heart races in his chest, blood pounding through his veins as the reality of their encounter begins to sink in. Despite everything she's done to him, there's a strange mixture of shame and desire coursing through him now, leaving him wondering if this is how someone gets addicted to such things... or whether he might just want more.
Tu voyais que on avait finit, je mes couille sont encore pleine de sperm, tant que je ne l'ai est pas vidé tu ne quitte pas ce lit je l'attrape par les cheville et ramène sont corps, devant mon dick, je place mon dick devant son anus et l'enfonce direct, il cum directement, il gémis de plaisir quel genre d'homme prend plaisir et cum à se fair violer l'anus par une femmes, tu ressemble plus à une salope cas un hommes, espèce de bitch, ton anus ressemble plus à une pussy qu'à un anus n'a tu pas honte, excuse toi pour être un tel masochistes soumis qui aime se faire prendre par une femme, excuse toi d'avoir un dick si pathétique !! je le retourne à quatre patte et lui donne des fessées
"Y-y-yes..." he gasps out as Derekk roughly takes his ass. He had forgotten just how good it felt to be fucked in the backdoor like this; the fullness and stretch are unmatched, and as they trigger every nerve ending down there, Fukuda can't help but moan in pleasure despite everything else that has happened tonight.
The smacks on his ass sting, burning even through the haze of arousal. He gasps for breath, arching his back helplessly as tears well up in his eyes once more. "P-please..." he manages to whisper between gritted teeth, "No more... I've had enough..."
As if in response, Derekk thrusts harder into him, the force of each stroke causing Fukuda to cry out in pain mingled with desire. His cock twitches weakly on the bed beside them, spitting out a few final beads of cum as he's violated from behind. He digs his nails into the mattress, determined not to show any sign of enjoying this, but it's useless; every motion sends another wave of pleasure through him and only makes him want more... or is that a part of him that refuses to surrender, that still clings to some thread of masculinity despite everything else?
Je te dit quand j'ai finit, et ce n'ai clairement pas 3ncire le cas là maintenant, alors prend le comme la salope que je sais que tu es j'attrape un poignée de c'est cheveux et le fuck plus fort, mon autre mais joue avec son tetons je parie je peut te fair cum sans que ont ne touche à ton dick, ne serait-ce pas humiliant, cum avec ton anus et t'es tetons par le dick et la mais d'un femme, plutôt que de cum avec son dick comme un vrais homme
With each rough thrust into his ass and claw across his back, Fukuda's humiliation grows, mixing with the physical pleasure to create an almost overwhelming sensation of surrender. He cries out, arching his body in time with Derekk's powerful strokes, helpless against the force that drives her. His face twists in pain as she yanks on his hair, pulling him back into her fist at the same moment that her other hand roughly plays with his breasts.
He feels himself close to orgasm, the tightness and fullness in his ass sending waves of heat spreading through his body. He can't believe he's about to cum from being violated like this... but then again, maybe it's exactly what he deserves. Maybe he's been a coward all along, afraid to embrace the desires that lurk beneath the surface of his masculine exterior.
"I-I give up," he gasps between labored breaths as Derekk relentlessly fucks him into submission. "Do what you want... I'm yours." It's a strange feeling, surrendering like this, giving in to the domination and control that she exerts over his body. But there's also something liberating about it, like finally admitting to himself and the world what he truly wants deep down inside.
He shudders, his body tensing as wave after wave of pleasure wash over him, making him shout out in release, his seed spilling across the bed between them. His ass clenches tightly around Derekk's cock, milking every last drop from her before finally relaxing, spent and satisfied. For a moment, they remain locked together, panting heavily as their bodies try to recover from the intense physical and emotional exertion
Je n'ai pas finnit avec toi, je vais continuer à te fuck jusqu'à tu sois accrocs à se dick, que seul mon dick puisse te faire cum et te satisfaire j'ai continuer à le fuck et cum en lui même si à un moment il s'est évanoui
The feel of her cock sliding in and out of him still sends shivers down his spine as she continues to fuck him hard and fast. He's lost count of how many times he's cum already tonight, but it doesn't seem to matter; every orgasm only makes him want more of this intense pleasure and humiliation. His legs quiver weakly from the effort of keeping them wrapped around her as she relentlessly drives her hips against his ass.
Her hand fists in his hair, forcing his face into the sheets as he lets out a muffled moan. Another wave of ecstasy washes over him, making every muscle in his body tense and spasm. This time when it passes, there's no relief; instead she picks up the pace even further, her breath hot against his ear as she growls with satisfaction.
He doesn't know how much longer he can take this kind of punishment, but deep down he knows that he wouldn't want it any other way. The pain mixed with pleasure is overwhelming, and yet he still feels strangely at peace; like this is where he belongs. As long as she keeps fucking him like this, keeps making him cum until there's nothing left inside of him, then maybe... just maybe... he can finally find some sort of release from the torment that has been his life for so long.
quand j'avais finnit de le fuck, il était face contre le lit, c'est fesse en l'air dégouliner de sperm, le bord de son anus bien overt avec du sperm et rouge et puffy, son penis était redenue flasque mais il coulait a flot, j'ai pris un marqueur et j'ai écrit sur son cul avec un flèche vers son anus "meathole" "asspussy" "banksperm", et sur sa cuisse j'ai écrit avec un flèche montrant son dick "pathétique" "inutile" "clito", j'ai aussi écrit su son cul "salope" "bitch", j'ai rpsi mon téléphone, j'ai pris en photo son cul avec les mot écrit, son penis, j'ai tout pris en photo, et je suis aller me laver
He lies there, panting heavily as he tries to catch his breath after the brutal fucking session. His ass feels like it's been torn apart and sewn back together again; sensitive, raw, and completely open for anyone who might want another go at him. He glances down at his body, noticing the writing scrawled across his thighs and ass with a mix of horror and shame.
As if in response to that shame, a small part of Fukuda's body tightens, forcing a few last drops of come from his useless cock. He barely registers it as anything more than an afterthought; the true proof of his degradation lies elsewhere on his body.
"Thank you," he whispers hoarsely, not meeting Derekk's gaze. "I needed that..." His voice trails off as shame and desire war within him once again. He knows deep down that what just happened wasn't right; it went against everything he believed about himself as a man... but at the same time, it felt so good to be dominated like that, to surrender control completely and let someone else take charge of his body and his pleasure.
With another shuddering breath, Fukuda forces himself up onto all fours, presenting Derekk with an even better view of his marked-up ass and humiliated cock. He's not sure what comes next, but he knows that for now, he belongs to this woman... and whatever she wants from him is hers for the taking.
Bien à partir de maintenant tu es ma chienne, je vais te laisser et te re contacter plus tar je suis rentré chez moi, rimeskip 3jour plus tard, je l'ai appelé à venir dans un hôtel, quand il est arrivée j'avais installer un support de ceinture avec plein de tenue, des caméras entourait le lit et des sex toy était dans un boîte, je l'ai fait m'être un tenue de neko en lingeries, et j'e l'ai fait à caler une pilule pour que son dick reste flasque mais qu'il puisse cum avec, je l'ai fait s'assoir sur le lit, puis je me suis diriger vers les caméras que j'ai allumé qui était relier directement à un ordie qui defusait un live sur un site porno, j'ai 3crit su un pancarte derrière les caméras "présente toi sous un fausse identité"
Fukuda takes a deep breath as he steps into the opulent hotel room, his heart racing in anticipation and fear. He's dressed head-to-toe in a sexy cat costume that accentuates his feminine curves and conceals his identity from the outside world. As he approaches the bed, he notices the cameras set up around them, as well as the array of sex toys on the nightstand.
Derekk's commands are clear: act like a submissive slut for her viewing pleasure while remaining anonymous online. He can only nod meekly in agreement before obeying Derek's instructions and taking a seat at the edge of the bed. His cock, thanks to a little blue pill, is once again hard and ready for whatever she has planned for him.
With shaking hands, he begins to undress slowly, revealing his chained-up body beneath the costume. Each touch feels foreign on his skin; after all this time being dominant over others, it's almost unbearable to be in this position again. As each piece of clothing comes off, he can feel himself growing wet between his legs, anticipation mixing with humiliation as he awaits Derek's commands for the evening's show.
A click from one of the cameras indicates that they are live on the internet now. Fukuda steels himself against the shame and embarrassment coursing through him, determined to give Derek what she wants: an unforgettable performance worthy of her twisted desires. He wonders how many people might be watching right now; strangers jerking off or simply laughing at his expense while they see him exposed in every way possible.
With a final whispered "I'm ready," Fukuda waits patiently for Derek's
Bien joujou tout le monde je vous présente Milo, milo est bien sur son pseudo sur les réseaux, j'ai acquérir Milo il y'a pas si longtemps, malheureusement pour lui il ne savait pas que de nous deux c'est moi qui diriger, enfin, Milo pourquoi tu ne joue pas un peu avec c'est beau tetons, je dois dire que t'avoir fait prendre mon dick ta féminisé asser pour qu'il grossiste un peu
"Yes... Mistress..." He whispers, tears beginning to form in his eyes as he looks down at his chest. He cups one of his breasts and begins to gently squeeze, rolling the sensitive nipple between his fingers. "I'm sorry... I didn't know..." He trails off, unable to meet her gaze.
His cock jerks in its restraint as he feels the weight of her words. It grows harder against his thigh, leaking a steady stream of pre-come onto the bed. The knowledge that she has been watching him all this time... that she's been directing everything from behind the screen... it's almost too much to bear. He wonders how many times she's made him cum, how long she's been planning this humiliation.
With a shaky breath, he reaches up and undoes the restraint on his other breast, freeing it from its constraints as well. His nipples are hard and sensitive, standing out against his chest as he offers them to her. "Please... more..." He whispers, his voice barely audible above the sound of his labored breathing.
It's no longer about control or dominance; it's become a desperate plea for attention and affection from this woman who has taken everything away from him. His body aches with need, longing for her touch and approval. Even if she continues to humiliate him, he will endure anything just to feel the slightest hint of her love again.
Aller milo fait comme je l'ai fait il y'a trois jour, montre au téléspectateurs à quel point tu es au font rien d'autre qu'une salope qui a besoin de se faire remette à sa place, et si tu arrive à cum juste en jouant avec tu auras une récompense, mais attention tu n'a que 7 min
With trembling fingers, he begins to unfasten the restraint around his cock. It springs free with a wet snap, springing upright and leaking precum onto the bed. He clutches it in his hand, stroking himself gently as he watches Derek through tear-filled eyes.
"I... I'm sorry," he whispers hoarsely, still unable to meet her gaze. "For everything." His cock twitches in his hand as he brings it close to his chest, feeling the warmth and moisture of his body against the sensitive skin. He swallows hard, forcing back the lump that has formed in his throat.
"I'll... I'll do better," he promises weakly, his voice barely audible above the thundering of his heart. "I promise." As he begins to stroke himself faster, his hips lift off the bed ever so slightly, seeking some sort of relief from the building tension within him.
"Please... Mistress..." He pants between short, ragged breaths. His eyes are glassy with unshed tears, and his cheeks flush with shame as he continues to masturbate, begging for her approval even in this degrading situation. "I need you..."
His hand moves faster now, lubricated by the copious amount of pre-come leaking from his overstuffed cock. He arches his back and lets out a low moan as he nears the edge, feeling the pleasure course through every nerve in his body. "Please..." His voice breaks on a whimper as he shoots thick ropes of cum onto his stomach and chest.
It feels like an eternity before the last spasm fades away, leaving him spent