Bottom Kim

They both shuddered in physical joy. Then he began his slow strokes, slow, short strokes to loosen her rectal grip on his tool. Gradually his strokes became longer, harder. He relieved her ankles of the bar, and grasped her ankles in own hands. He had her luscious legs spread and he reared up to enjoy the sight. She was a slut beauty, all clad in her black lace. The weight of his body pressed against her balls and erect cock, not hard, but just enough to keep a pleasant pressure on them. She was whimpering in pleasure and perverted lust, as she felt her master ream her rectal love chamber. His mind was a blur of carnal sensations, sights, scents, sounds all mingling with outrageous thoughts and the sheer joy of fucking his very own sissy slut.

Now he shifter his weight even more, spreading her legs wider and pushing her ankles down almost to the bed. He was pounding her almost vertically, pile-driving her ass, like she nothing but a whore hole, a bitch in heat, and he was a horse-cocked fuck machine. He ripped off the gag so she could scream hi name, but it was no use. Neither of them could speak words, they could only utter the most animal sounds. He climaxed in her, shooting jets of jism into her bowels. At the same time, she experienced that bizarre form of ecstasy, where her rectum pulsed and throbbed in an orgasm along with his cock, while at the same time her own cock shot warm cum all over her belly. With his last bit of clarity, he ripped the Velcro cuffs apart and collapsed on her in a sweaty heap. She put her arms around him and held him there, with their wet squishy genitals gently squashed between their bodies.

She was his sissy slut whore forever.