My hairbrush fucker Manslut M. couldn’t stop extending his sessions because he adores his Mistress. When he heard the two minute warning bell, he’d whimper. One call after another, he tied up my line. What a little addict!
He started sucking on a dildo and then it made it’s way south, but I grew bored with that and changed gears.
Hairbrush fucking for your man-pucker!
At my order, he pulled his wife’s dress from the closet, straddled it and blew his load. Cum on a dress? What is this, 1997? I wonder if wifey will be upset when she finds her go-to outfit for nice events is soiled with man cream? (My Magic 8-Ball just said ‘It is decidedly so.‘)
I love to fuck with M.’s head, drawing him near and casting him out. He aches for me to soothe, but sometimes gets my prickly bits instead. He just keeps trying to please me, bless his little loser heart! M.’s been a dedicated stroker since his wife decided his cock wasn’t good enough a few years back. But to hear him beg to be my cocksucking faggot now? Oh, all the feels!
Hairbrush butt pump, self-made cum dump
I make M. pump the hairbrush to a rhythm, and I make him count as he alternates between a slow and easy hairbrush fuck and the POUNDPOUNDPOUND fuck that he loves so much!
‘1-2-3-4-5-6! 1-2-3-4-5-6!’ He whimpers and pumps with each number spoken. He’s my bitch and he knows it.
M. aches to cum, and I know exactly what I want.
As a throwback to one of my filthiest calls, I took advantage of that shameless ass gape of his and made Manslut M. cum a second time, this time in a small glass that he then poured in his ass. Well, M. used a sake cup, but you get the idea.
Hey, if you’re begging to be my faggot, I’m going to make you feel like one!
Thanks for playing, Manslut M.!
Until next time, no cum spurts without Mistress, or I’ll make you ejac in a wet-vac!
