Mistress Syren owns my cock. She unlocks the cage, lets it swell, then slides down and takes every inch. No warning. Her pussy grips tight, wet and hot, squeezing like she wants to wring the life out of me. She rides hard. Every thrust makes her big tits bounce and slap together. Her ass slaps my thighs, skin smacking, sweat mixing, heat rising fast. She leans forward and her tits brush my face, nipples hard. The ball gag keeps me quiet, drool running down my chin, but she doesn’t care. I watch her from below, straining, balls aching, locked until she says otherwise. She grinds, rolls her hips, uses me like a toy built just for her. Her pussy tightens, muscles clenching, and she comes hard, nails digging into my chest. My cock twitches inside her, desperate, but she stays still, breathing heavy, still deciding. She hasn’t said yes. She hasn’t said no. I wait, throbbing, owned.
Mistress Syren owns my cock. She unlocks the cage, lets it swell, then slides down and takes every inch. No warning. Her pussy grips tight, wet and hot, squeezing like she wants to wring the life out of me. She rides hard. Every thrust makes her big tits bounce and slap together. Her ass slaps my thighs, skin smacking, sweat mixing, heat rising fast. She leans forward and her tits brush my face, nipples hard. The ball gag keeps me quiet, drool running down my chin, but she doesn’t care. I watch her from below, straining, balls aching, locked until she says otherwise. She grinds, rolls her hips, uses me like a toy built just for her. Her pussy tightens, muscles clenching, and she comes hard, nails digging into my chest. My cock twitches inside her, desperate, but she stays still, breathing heavy, still deciding. She hasn’t said yes. She hasn’t said no. I wait, throbbing, owned.